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February 06, 2010
Born again
Let there be something of the unborn in me today; I need to recover this sense.
Trapped in the multiplicity of time, I have become a child of multiplicity - obsessing over scraps of knowledge; worshipping broken images of truth.
Unborn, I am not so distracted; but simple and unboundaried.
So today, I take into my born life, something of the unborn;
I take into my multiplcity, simplicity;
and in the world of competitive knowing, I cling to a poverty of knowing.
The deep and clueless knowing of the unborn.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at February 6, 2010 09:17 AM