Through the Gnossiene, as the Miracle

What am I sure of after the idols of books have been burned and all of the worshiped gurus are gone? Have I ever put my trust in a whirl that is dead? What can I always turn to when I am standing with nothing outside of myself to rely on? I have been there …

Ineffable

Ineffable beauty of the Soul always is Opening of my Heart reveals enough  Under the stand of no wheel after we exit-us

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