I sat there and took note every thought and feeling that had materialized in the clouds of smoke from the flame.
In front of my friends, I noticed. Envy in their moments of happiness. Happiness in their displeasure.
After the loss of a loved one, I gave. Despair to my self. Sadness to others.
In the moment of my biggest failure, I felt worthless and unknown.
I questioned. In the knowing wake of my own unhappiness, I heard a voice.
The self spoke, seeing the ‘I’ in its utmost purity and for its utmost ignorance to everything else and suddenly the ‘I’ recognized itself. Alone. Pitiful. Fearful.
The friends laugh and the lives pass and failures succeed.
The pain is known. But does not exist.
It is let go.
Bliss
The Truth
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