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The space in between what was,
And what will be,
Is filled with everything,
That is,
Infinite,
One.
Every moment is inextricably woven,
In to,
Next.
One after another.
One innumerable number at once.
One nevereverending moment.
One lets go of the concept of time,
The past,
Future,
Dissolve,
In to,
One,
Moment.
So then what will be is,
If it ever will be,
Considering things as if they are,
Can be,
What really can be,
What is,
May be,
Too.
Emptiness is openness.
Accept,
To let go.
Accept,
To live,
Desire exists and isn't.
Desire is embracing.
Holding on,
Is letting,
Go
Like waves upon the ocean it will be.
We can ride them,
Less intensly,
More,
Reality.
In this moment we are,
There is immeasurable possibility.
On this day many things may happen.
Like how those waves are all made of water,
We are all made of atoms,
Part of one reality.
One person in a world of 6.7 billion,
One world in ten million, billion,
One universe.
One infinitely small,
Yet your consciousness holds it all,
In your minds eye.
Whole.
The space in between what was,
And what will be,
Is filled with everything,
That is,
Infinite,
One.
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