Alive glowing in not-knowing
These words can only point to the alive sense of
"I am"
This timeless aware mystery of Being
The flower of humility
unfolds its beauty
in not-knowing
The singing
heart
is
glowing
Poetry by Nils Teodor
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Written on 2016-04-16 at 17:34
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