Sophic Fire

There is an atom dancing in space, whirling in its own chaos; completely innocent, wandering like a child lost in a zoo, gazing through the array of bars of its minute consciousness into the stars of endless forms. But as it dances, it knows of everything and when it leaps, it leaps to the music of its own heart, and for a moment can't be seen. Yet, it reappears as Wisdom, and on Fire, through all the smoke of beloved matter. This Log is dedicated to the sentient dance of that Atom.

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Thursday, November 6, 2008

Ashtavakra Gita 18:41

The fool tries to control his mind.
How can he ever succeed?
Mastery always comes naturally
To the man who is wise
And who loves himself.

Ashtavakra Gita 18:41

Sophic Fire

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Ashtavakra Gita 18:41

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