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		<title>The Presence that never sleeps.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I lie in bed.  I listen to the sound of waves crashing melodically from my industrial metal night stand. They are produced from a machine designed to bring the natural world into a room without windows. The primordial Buddha sits motionless.  His beloved consort gazes up at him in ecstatic bliss. Entwined they are but [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lie in bed.  I listen to the sound of waves crashing melodically from my industrial metal night stand. They are produced from a machine designed to bring the natural world into a room without windows. The primordial Buddha sits motionless.  His beloved consort gazes up at him in ecstatic bliss. Entwined they are but One.  No illusions.</p>
<p>It is late and I am listening to my breath.  It is soft and deep.  I am breathing. Here in the Silence the continent of my body dissolves.  I am naked.  We are all naked.</p>
<p> Unidentifiable.  Even my samskaras take their leave. </p>
<p>My eyes are closed.  I am absorbed into the vastness void of conception.  </p>
<p>&#8220;There is no birth or death&#8221;.  The truth arises naturally out of the emptiness.  My consciousness is not here or there.  It is not fixed. I am without border.  Form ceases.  My mind is mindless.  </p>
<p>I am aware that I am Awake and yet I sleep.</p>
<p>&#8220;I am asleep and yet I am Awake.&#8221;</p>
<p> My consciousness is not bound to my body.  I see myself the mortal woman lying so still and warm hardly breathing.  She has surrendered.  I feel love for her vulnerability, for the fearlessness it gave birth to.  I love you I whisper.  Sleep my love, sleep.</p>
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