Of Course
it was a decade late, the bullet train came derailed by her slept self doubt. Time Tables re turn like pages of Hope Central, of course, life station re turn re pair rested rails, soothing hum come home Of Course All above and a board, now. Hope re cycles, Hope Really Rallies Hope, Like Art, Is The Highest Purpose Of Life's Perfect Central Station Un derailed, On Track, On Point Repeat, foundation strong, rails straight and perfect and parallel, Of Course. We believe more in our delusions than we believe in the Truth. It’s like this because we have a strong belief and attachment to duality, which is not possible with non-duality. And we do cling and protect our attachments! Knowing that the non-dual understanding and Truth is the highest, we can only be That, not become it— for IT ALONE IS. All else is delusion. ~ Mooji a perfect whole evening