IN OTHER WORDS

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In every corner of life.

It is a perpetual game. A kind of continuity.
This Pacific Inside  

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As far as I can remember, this unspeakable feeling mixed with peace, trust, love and Oneness, which in reality has no name .  I have, deep down, never stopped looking for it.

Like the only thing in the world that I missed, as if he had never really been able to erase a living memory on which an indispensable, but strange, Reset would be operated.  

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Strange because incomplete.

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In other words...

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"When we realize 
Essence in disguise behind our own form,  

We realize at the same time 
Essence in disguise behind all forms. "

 

P.ierre Leré Guillemet

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