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The Heart Of The Matter 
 
Very close to where perception believes in separate parts and pain 
Is a place where all matter loses it’s form 
It is a place of the heart 
Of love 
Where man sees himself in all other men and in all objects 
And is able to look beyond all separation 
Then he acts not from sleepiness and habit 
But from an awakened spontaneity and love 
That love he knows is all of life 
And finally the distinction between him and life ceases to be 
And there is only love 
Which is ever there at the heart of all matter 
 


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