by branksomegeelong, Victoria, Australia
Apr 2014 359 Views 3 comments
Reminding
And now
I finger the bit of quartz
Which is to remind me
of what I am
No more or less than you
There is no separation
in the NOW moment.
Time is an illusion a trap.
Cunningly conceived
by ourselves
You should know
But it does not help
We are all prisoners
In a false reality
A bit like those in
the matrix.
I finger the bit of quartz
Which is to remind me
of what I am
No more or less than you
There is no separation
in the NOW moment.
Time is an illusion a trap.
Cunningly conceived
by ourselves
You should know
But it does not help
We are all prisoners
In a false reality
A bit like those in
the matrix.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2014
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Comments (3)
perhaps the good news is more and more people, one by one, are remembering or relearning what to do (or rather how to be) in order to end the illusion of time and thus, separation
the now is the key.
thanks for bringing this to us
George King wrote a book "You Too Can Heal",anyone can do it.