It starts in the morning, well before dawn, the breathing and the sitting. The awareness of awareness for the sake of nothing else but being aware. The sacrifice of the self to the self. The turning inward of attention to focus on the burning core from which all else springs. Things must be this way; no other path brings fruit; all other paths lead to hollow desperation. This is the straight path of yore; all other paths are shortcuts to nothingness. Mahalo; om swastiastu; and aho.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
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