THE MOTHER OF THE WORLDS

My life is no longer mine. I give it to all of you—the whole process of aliveness. Detached from all appearances, it lives itself.

You are reborn exactly for that—to organize your own death while still alive. Wise Thanatonaut, I strived for relinquishment.

Blissful abandonment to egolessness, where pains are a mere memory of this released humanness.

“Be the Mother of the worlds!”, he repeatedly told me. I couldn’t comprehend, carried away by the ceaseless self-constrictions.

-Cessation occurred-

The Unborn revealed itself at the sacred singularity where everything vanishes; the dwelling of the Mother of the worlds.

Find her, my friend! She bears the Way.

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