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The Innocence Of Aliveness
 
The moment we feel the immeasurable 
We also see that the immeasurable is contained so simply 
So simply 
That its simplicity is pure joy itself 
This joy is the joy of pure play 
It does not have the concepts of time or space limits 
So it has no opposite at all
It is entirely present 
It taps into an intelligence which is nature itself 
The immediacy of the wholeness of nature is innocence itself 
Since it knows nothing other than itself 
Even the smallest action is then the movement of the purity of whole 
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