Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, March 29, 2010
Unity
The day is full of the nighttime and the nighttime is full of the light. The night and the day have no distinction. One looks with the eyes of the other and blushes. There is suggestion of eternity, but eternity hides its head behind the curtain. The Two of Cups and The Emperor and The Empress question themselves and one another, until they each arrive at the understanding that they each must give themselves to unity. Diversity goes to sleep. A shared breath gives life to this little world within the world.
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