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Sense

Sense

SYNOPSIS: Every sensation such as stiffness, lack of feeling, pleasure, all has a beginning, middle and end. Everything is in a constant change. The experience teaches you that you don't have to react instantly to any sensation. Through self-observation you learn at an experiential level rather than an intellectual level that change is constant. Nothing outside of yourself is causing you pain, your reaction to what is outside of you is the culprit. After you sharpen your mind, you start to focus on the sensations that are occurring on the surface of the sensational skin levels of your body. You begin to notice that every sensation on or in your body is temporary.- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Fine is the wine drops from your lips;
To dance and to sing, I hold your hips;
Sugary bread we eat is from your oven,
An angel appeared now is from heaven.

Knowing nothing new on loving trends,
Forget the loved games and close friends,
I love thee in a grief; sorrowful despair
Wings lost, flying in air without my pair

What to do if a red sunset often freeze;
Love comes and goes through the breeze;
Where there is silence and strange peace;
I bear organs of a sixth sensation at ease!

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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