Poem of Self- Love

[Razard86]

Every thought, sensation, appearance any sensory information is a union.

This union is not just love but the pure expression of self-love

I recently became aware again of this particular love and it gave in that moment pure self-acceptance

This love does not judge,  this love only wants to express itself and it's self love in an infinite number of ways

This love is everything, the dirty, the stinky, the beautiful, the ugly, and yes even the painful.

I watched a porno and then my awareness turned every sensation into that porno. 

Because there is no difference between anything, getting shot or stabbed is the same as having sex with your most

intimate lover. But this distinction that you experience between these two events is just an elaborate ruse, an elaborate

illusion. Understand this, you cannot help but have self-love, you are so in love with yourself that you must invent danger,

you must invent pain, you must invent fear, you must construct a self, to ever experience other. The price of life is all the things

you hate and this is why it must be this way. 

The only way to die before you die is to uncover your sneaky tricks of deception that hold this illusion of evil and hatred.

 

[Bob Seeker]

Nice! Asleep or awake, either way you are perfect. You give Me life. You are Me.

Edited February 21 by Bob Seeker