The senses of the Sensei feed on data-bliss.
Rainbow streams whirl in kaleidoscopic ways.
Each god a petal in the flower of existence, intermingling fragrantly.
Every relative frequency exists simultaneously yet differently
in 1 Giant Coincidence.
This is a sensory Zen Story,
which has been going on for endless centuries,
in which we write the script, weave the fabric
and use our response-ability to chart our course.
Let our ships sail into unknown waters,
docking onto dream-shores.
And let our sails catch the winds
and our hulls be tickled by the waves
so we can fly into the ocean-skies of our most fabulous desires.
Rainbow streams whirl in kaleidoscopic ways.
Each god a petal in the flower of existence, intermingling fragrantly.
Every relative frequency exists simultaneously yet differently
in 1 Giant Coincidence.
This is a sensory Zen Story,
which has been going on for endless centuries,
in which we write the script, weave the fabric
and use our response-ability to chart our course.
Let our ships sail into unknown waters,
docking onto dream-shores.
And let our sails catch the winds
and our hulls be tickled by the waves
so we can fly into the ocean-skies of our most fabulous desires.
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