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Canticles For U.G. Krishnamurti

My invisible, other true friend, Brother Zoti Lamort,
unknowable, ever-present, everywhere
like a vast four-dimensional carpet,
asks me silently why I have to be human,
why I, shunning destiny, laden down
with my great gift of sorrow, have to be?
Not because there is a possibility
of happiness! No, the idea of personal
happiness (and the hunter's pursuit) is the most
vain, destructive and self-destroying of concepts

strangling Earth and us with false urgency.
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Ray Forever 08 May 2006

An anguished cry from a supremely sensitive person.Awesome words...touching the heart

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