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If one could listen in on the whispers of the gods, you'd find patience as the most used word.
Always seek perditious road, they are intense participation, in an ephemeral; canonization
Every high pushes to the leaves, a well read: a levee
The psyche is the page swipe, back and forth, past an future, read and yet to read
You soon notice, anywhere these lizard destruction and snookers follow.
Cadence from vedas, subsuming blue print from sutras.
At every turn, you are tested for truth.
The virgin wins kingdoms in woos, and proposals
The daily chanting of the daimoku is the holographic reset, mind calibration, I ever become.
In time you find that these things write themselves.
Trust the buoy, gravity have deceived you.
Rush only creates too much room for idling
Poor in spirit, pure in spirit, close to them
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