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When the world arises in me,
It is just an illusion:
Water shimmering in the sun,
A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,
A serpent in a strand of rope.
From me the world streams out
And in me it dissolves,
As a bracelet melts into gold,
A pot crumbles into clay,
A wave subsides into water.
—Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10
.The very idea of going beyond the dream is illusory. Why go anywhere?Just realise that you are dreaming a dream you call the world, and stop looking for ways out.—Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
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Things that rain, and things that grow. They are all that hold my interest.
(Until the things that rain have grown, and the things that grow have poured.)
—Takashi Hiraide
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