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Truth pierces through media blitz.
Cosmic Consciousness sees.
Sees wholly.
Sees completely through, from past to present.
Simple glimpses of our future.
Mind, body, spirit.
Lumbers, dances, glides through the ride of Life.
Shouting rises up and over the busy buzzing majority, shouting on til the din breaks.
Til the din breaks.
Our Cosmic eye sees all and laughs,
Knowing nothing lasts.
Nothing ever lasts.
Nothing is permanent.
We only do to have done.
Mind, body, spirit.
Races, sprints, sputters through the ride of Life.
Rules become our ground. They are not sharp black and white.
They are fuzzy and blurry and hard to read. They blend with the structure we stand on.
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