fear is illusion
don't fear it,
realize it, face it, tame it

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knowing that I have to reach,
I've missed all the destinations

not knowing where to go,
I breathe life, every step,
celebrating the journey

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I am not a poet,
It is just that the Truth speaks through an entity that is able to comprehend and express it

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when I am out there,
I am everything,
I am Love

when I am in here, within,
I am nothing,
I am Divine, the Sacred

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each of us hold the key to a greater treasure than we could ever find in this world;
its just that our attentions are distorted

seek within,
unlock the Divinity within

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you and I are different, our shadows might differ too, but not the colors of our shadows;

for we, along with every animate and inanimate thing is made of something similar, something unique

the tree that grew so big, that has so many leaves and branches, gives so many fruits has sprouted from that single seed, which often goes unnoticed

you and I and this entire manifestation has sprung from that void, that nothingness

let's go, it's time to get back..

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for when you talk to my shadow,
you don't talk to me

as shadows deceive, for even all perceptions too

as there is something beyond shadows, for there is something beyond the perceptions too

and That, is waiting for you..

its all a dream, you've been sleeping too long

awaken yourself to That

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Its all about perspectives,

every shift in space and even in time gives birth to a new perspective,

for even when we know this,

we go in search of perspectives and try to own them,

make life with them and eventually get trapped..

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no matter what you see,
that's still a perception,
the real thing is still hidden..

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@ What do you see when you look into the mirror?

# How can there be another when all I see is me?

@ The eyes see the mirror, while the mind sees a form and memory identifies it as you.

I do look into the mirror, only to smile and say its not me. "What a great illusion it is that I am witnessing", so I speak to myself.

Its not that there is someone else in me, but what I see is not me, what you see of me is also not me. My words contradict for sure as my actions too. 

What you see and can is only a form, which hold the modes of perceptions. How hollow are we, just like a child's doll, except that the doll can do all that you doing now, including reading this and pondering upon.

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