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Friday, March 25, 2005

Welcome to my mind.

Awareness drug.
E.
Buddha Compassion.

One day the universe opened her eyes and saw herself for the first time.
One day the universe opened her hand and touched herself for the first time.
One day the universe hear herself for the first time.

We are a wonderful ongoing work of art
The most efficient state of the art probe ever made
Everything since the beggining of time hardcoded into us.
Mankind. The paragon of the universe. Stardust raised to awareness.

Mankid is the best work of art I ever seen.

Welcome to my mind.

What's right and what's wrong?

I asked the Buddhas of the Past, present and future what's right and what's wrong
Right and wrong are human categories
in a ocean of joy
There's no Right, There's no Wrong
There's no Right, There's no Wrong
There are choices
Choice
Karma

What if they laid together
Isn't beautiful two bodies making love
Isn't beautiful the body response
The rush of blood
The serotonin precursos invading every synapse

What's righ and what's wrong
Right and wrong are human categories

I did bad yesterday night
I should have called
It wasn't right or wrong
I was a choice i made
and I have to live up to the consequences

Sorry
You can forgive a child
But you are an adult male. You made that choice.

Forgiveness there's no such a thing
There's no Right or Wrong
Why you have to ask for forgiveness for a decision you made
For a choice you choosed
Why then I lived this way
Because I choosed
Why I'm always fighting against me
Because I choosed

Ohh Buddha from the past, present and future
There's no path for perfection
You create your own luck
Create your golden path for you
You are creating it
What's right and what's wrong
There are human categories

Compassion

There's no compassion
There's no hate
There are choices
Choices are made against things we don't have
Maya
Choices are made on delusions

Choices are made on delusions
On "things" that we perceive we need
But I don't need nothing

I called the Buddhas from the Past, present and future.
And he came to me
A face in the dark of my mind eye
Coming to this plane to se the one who invoque them

There are many buddha's

The world is full of them

They know they are buddhas

They know each other