Why do I write? Why does anyone write? To get fame? I am not sure. I just write. Hoping, if these words are ever discovered, they might understand the amazing fact existence is. The mysteries, the enchantments, and the pains, are all wonderful testaments to the existence.
What wan to say is one thing, and it seems to be the nectar of everything I have said or not said:
Feel.
Feel your heart. Do whatever it takes, even if its a sin, to feel.
Just Feel.
Please, feel.
And, in feeling, you will find presence.
Leave the lowly thoughts,
And, your thoughts will be one with your heart.
Singularity.
What wan to say is one thing, and it seems to be the nectar of everything I have said or not said:
Feel.
Feel your heart. Do whatever it takes, even if its a sin, to feel.
Just Feel.
Please, feel.
And, in feeling, you will find presence.
Leave the lowly thoughts,
And, your thoughts will be one with your heart.
Singularity.
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