The narrow road, under a small rain,

feels annoying to an angered mind,
has nothing special in particular, to those careless people,
and is beautiful, with nostalgic details, for one who meditates upon it.

Whatever one perceive as something outside,
is nothing,
nothing but reflection of oneself’s state of mind.

~


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The road is infinite and has no end. You are nothing but the void that endures everywhere. IN truth, names and labels are illusions. Love is all there is, but you feel this and what matters without words.

-- Liara Covert, April 4, 2010

in out we shake it all about.

hi rizal :D

-- tawan, April 4, 2010

In a perspective, the world is maya, illusion; it’s a mere reflection. There is no actual inner and outer though; just the dynamics of Consciousness.

-- Rizal Affif, April 4, 2010

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