The divine presence is incarnated,
It wears one of the masks of the collective unconscious.
Through this, it takes shape and dialogue takes place.
The mask of the collective unconscious (the face of traditions) is the divine presence,
The divine presence is not this mask.
Below this mask, upstream, can we exist in it, as close as possible?
Without the shapes,
With the shapes,
With and without shapes,
To move freely in the games of the divine presence,
Talking to faces
from the hundred faces to the faceless,
Probing the thousand eyes in the midst of the silences of the wise.
Is this it, me in God, God in me ?

We exist in wordless knowing. No masks, no traditions. Just being. Just being what is. Without trying.
This is more difficult than it sounds, because it is so simple.
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no mask, no tradition, just being…
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Wordless, thoughtless, emotion (in-motions)-less…
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