In his silent, still wanderings faraway from light of day, of LOVE is all he dreams and as each new dawn slowly breaks he prays the night stays forever late, for it is in the dark where quiet finds peace, his troubled spirit finds release from ego; the more he dies to the experience of fear and flesh, the more alive he becomes in the truth of LOVE and soul, closer, ever closer to no more he, returning to being the infinite WE...

just LOVE...
Kip Baldwin
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“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke