If time were a gift...
Nearing the dark recess of my mind.
I would tell people how I love.
How intent I am.
How my dreams are made.
It would tell of a great many things,
Surrounding the heart.
And in my heart of hearts,
Everything feels new.
Like a renewed sense of faith.
The kind of unconscious absurdities you strongly
Strongly believe in or not.
I, a certain type of character
This world will never truly know.
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Without understanding myself the mind can deceive itself, it can have illusions according to its particular conditioning. When you know your conditioning and are free of it, there is no possibility of any kind of illusion.
J Krishnamurti
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