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The Secret

There is a secret amidst us,

flowering in susceptible

minds that are ready and willing

to taste a new kind of freedom.


It is hard to hear it, for it comes in whispers and

announces itself beneath the surface.

When it comes through, there is no

sign of it. Like a rose, it is its own

proof. It is validation.


Productivity drowns in it. Seeking

is brought to slumber by its

vastness. When the world moves,

it remains still. Giants, even Gods,

depend on it for survival.


A student once asked, "Master, how can I

see-between-the lines in order to know of

this secret?"


The master replied, "Amidst the panic & noise,

listen for a whisper."

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