(Love of The Real)
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Once you fall in love with The Real,
nothing else will satisfy.
The cravings for old habits
and the feeding of old desires
start to feel stale and sterile,
lacking the vibrancy and vitality of the new.
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What a gift: to realise one is living
in the ever-here moment of creation,
no beginning and no end,
the always sacred precious presence
that finally makes sense of the unfolding
we are all embedded within.
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If you give yourself to The Real
and open yourself to its perspective,
then the shutters are thrown wide open
and one’s heart starts to burst with
the overwhelming ‘rightness’ of what arises
which is not other than one’s deepest self.
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The moods and swings of the personality
lose their power to influence and colour
the bubbling joy and bottomless peace,
and a bright light beyond seeing is recognised
as the screen of perception, which can no longer
contain the glory and magnificence of sheer being.