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Your Own Perishing Love Note
I don’t love perfect people, those who never fell, never stumbled…The beauty of life has not been revealed to them.
— Boris Pasternak
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…There does not exist, from an absolute point of view, any teaching which is more perfect or effective than another. A teaching’s value lies solely in the inner awakening which an individual can arrive at through it. If a person benefits from a given teaching, for that person that teaching is the supreme path…
― Namkhai Norbu, Dzogchen
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You don’t need to be a rosy new-age angel in order to meditate. You don’t need to sip liquefied kale, live in an ashram, or be politically correct in order to tap the infinite Source. You don’t need to be someone better, higher, purer. You don’t even need to be someone “else,” because there is no one “else” for you to be…
You are a hologram containing every other creature in the mineral, vegetable, animal and angelic kingdoms. Yet All is arranged as you for one brief turn of the kaleidoscope, one instant in the crystal pandemonium of the Goddess, never to be equaled, never to re-turn. The cosmic symphony would not resonate with the same harmony without you at the core of singularity, your own piercing perishing love note. This world doesn’t need another Gandhi, or Jesus, or…
