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The dissipating ego moves towards yoga or union with that divine aspect within ourselves.  How do we move away from ourselves towards ourselves?  Seeking ourselves.  One must begin at Nothing to see where one is going, otherwise we would be going to another going and how do you know where you are going if all you've been doing is going?

There's no earthly way of knowing / Which direction we are going

So we press pause and begin again.  

The union is infinite, reaching imaginary boarders that seem to be continuously changing, only to choose when to turn back on itself for the understanding of how far it has reached and how wide the breadth can be filled.  It reunites upon meeting itself at redundancies, something like deja vu, but not.  It meets and simultaneously becomes its selves.  The joy is in the rediscovering of otherness.  How can that be?  How can union include otherness?  How does one unite with itself if it is already itself?

There's no knowing where we're rowing / Or which way the river's flowing

This is the joy of forgetting.

Is it raining? / Is it snowing? / Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Fear arises with forgetting because the dissipating ego comes back to itself.  Once it sees it's otherness, through comparison, it knows that it is not It.  Rather it comes between it's own knowing of it's true self, what it seeks to be.  This is necessary for it to dissipate away from itself.  The ego knows it must die.

Not a speck of light is showing / So the danger must be growing / Are the fires of hell a-glowing? / Is the grisly reaper mowing?

But you see there is one last joke it plays on Itself.  It.  Is.  Dissipating.  The outward is an inward.  word

Yes, the danger must be growing / 'Cause the rowers keep on rowing / And they're certainly not showing / Any signs that they are slowing!


The ego sees itself as all it, in passing, ripples against one an-other.  A union at the crests of the extremes.  This is what's remembered.  Momentary balance, peace.  Only to slowly forget again, all over again, that it's nature is peace.  The river is peace.  The boat is peace.  All within is peace.  Each one of us has a unique view on the path of yoga




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