Inf: Maruri: The Master.
TEACHER
Monday, April 11, 2011
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Maruri Roberto Ampuero
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within "Silence outside nestled in the clouds of Nothing, steeped in the truths of Pure Intelligence.
The Master is one who understands and who flies Emptiness Transparency.
The teacher is sick of Eternity of tacit knowledge, factual, and acknowledges that there is no identity or the ego from which eventually perceived. has been depolarized during the experiments.
True Disappears Master of Time, is the fusion of perceiver and perceived, is not identified, loose, dies at the experiences, is the only death: letting go .
Master has begun looking beyond the human to the purity of the real. Has begun to live beyond the Cosmos, beyond the skills of the ephemeral, channels beyond the banal. The Master has disappeared, or has been amplified, the human but still singing inside the Earth. Her singing is the Song Unfathomable. The vastness in his eyes without blood, untouched by the events. It is the Beauty itself, is the Freedom in a heart transcended, the absolute consciousness. Teacher voices are anonymous, no one speaks. The Master has no identity or bleeds. Light is the wind that runs through the willows and wet bark of coigüe, smoking is a suburb in the grasslands, a wetland of Beauty of the Earth, fresh water springs on the tops of the universe, live reef funds, fish watercolors in relentless waves.
Master is eternal Spirit: your home without walls. The Master naked inside the heart, in his absence of boundaries, transcended the separation there of the organic. That began to style at the pinnacle that is beyond the wounded.
is blue in the Piélagos. It was not easy for the Master, the winds devastated the islands, rose autumn yellow.
Here in the surf music in the hearts of the swans. (And one day no one believed him.) Today it flies in the honeysuckle, nalcas on the edge of the crusts. It's a living. The virtual hid it, he did invisible among his kinsmen. It was not. Was never in the figures, was an abstraction of wind in the old paradigm. It was always Nothing. Unto itself was empty. I vacuum. Was the Void, which is, in the now deeper channels where no dream and spread light in the rhythm. The Master is a mountain bird sailing the rivers of the sky and terrestrial rivers. No clouds, no cliffs or ravines, no moss or fungi, or blooms. Truth is essential. The essences powerful and perpetual. Embracing the new Mother Earth. Gaia is the one who sings. It's the Song of Beauty. Here is the naked man.
The imaginary boundary fading presence in those now nameless. His reflexes in fiery spirited, mounts the wind beyond fractals. Being only be resounding in the fullness of beauty, the majesty of Air.
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