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Amidst the chaos, i continue to dream.

I know not from intellect or memory of information captured into the brain catalog. It is from a deeper part of me, one could say the essence of being from which my heart speaks. From here I walk, from here I speak of that which resonates so truthfully of my heart. That beauty is a reflection of our liberation when we keep ourselves boundless from those concretized beliefs and conditions that have separated the world into pieces of a fractured whole. A puzzle is re-assembled to something meaningless, which holds no bearing on its authentic nature. Yet we can not see the obvious simplicity. Our minds have been shaped so that our eyes only see what we hold in our minds, just a sliver of the possibility we long for. With that, I close my eyes and wander more deeply into the flow of the unknown, with an open heart and wide arms to embrace the illuminated path of possibility.