I left the center for the periphery and beyond.
I had to leave home.
But on the periphery and beyond all I found was the center again.
I now know that I had never left the center.
The journey was the dream of the all-encompassing center.
I’ve always been home all along.
The periphery is the apparent falling-out-of-itself of the center, the circle a homogenous projection of a point.
The point, the dimensionless center, is the total Reality, where everywhen and everywhere is concentrated.
I’m not something in here and in the now: I am the here and I am the now. I am all that there is.
NOEMAYA 
An absolutely beautiful description of the truth that all is one. All paths lead to the center. Where else could they go?
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Narayana in a way you say just live as it comes and do as it feels there is nothing called achievement, sorrow, Greatness or cruelness etc.
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Nicely put! Reminded me of a line from T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”:
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
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Poetica,’ sublime.
thanks Tomaj,
love you writings
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Thanks for your kind comment Barry!
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“I’m not something in here and in the now: I am the here and I am the now. I am all that there is.”
It is clear to me that you speak from a direct experience of the truth. I feel it resonate with me and slip away through my fingers
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