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A quiet mind is all we need. All else happens rightly, once the mind is still.

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A Perfect Dance

In moments of quiet I sense the dance of perfection, of things moving together in harmony. The perfection can likely be expressed mathematically but I only feel it dancing, a constant and gentle movement. It dances through me and soon I remember I am part of that perfection, and let myself enjoy being in the dance. You wouldn't think such a lovely experience could so easily be forgotten.

 

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