The morning is still cool with thick shadow-tails flowing out of trees bushes, and buildings. The mind is so susceptible to silence and pure seeing at these times. Here as at twilight the unity of dark and light corresponds in a language of totality that permits a new kind of love and identity. The ego doesn’t die; it surrenders and expands into complete openness. Here everything explodes into the essence of everything else….rare.
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