Many thoughts and streams of thoughts arise in my mind. I play a little skit about me being entertaining and dancing away from something serious. I am found and I know that I need love. Something that cares very much for me helps me.
I feel dissolution of body into its many parts. I feel dissolution of mind from its many objects.
What is really coming into the contact of any of my senses are objects, each with information about liberation. Concentration lifts me up, as if I were high above the Nazca lines, to see what they mean.
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