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Do not take sides. Live in the wholeness of it all. Do not select beauty over ugliness or ugliness over beauty. This is like separation yin and yang. It cannot be done except in imagination. The illusion is separation. The reality is oneness. Yin and yang is a whole. Beauty and ugliness is a whole. There is only one. There is not this and that.
Life is flawed. It is not in accord with reality. The state of existence is transition. Where is the harmony amongst the discord? Find harmony with twia. Do not wait until death to live harmoniously. Die now to the world. Live in the room within. Twia awaits in life and death. They are the same. There is no this and that.
To be a diverse community is to be inclusive, not favoring one over the other, but allowing all to flourish. The ordinary can be extraordinary in an open, welcoming community. Kindness begets kindness. Differences are noted and accepted as valuable in associations that are formed. Associated living weaves beauty into the tapestry of the human condition. Empathy and openness overcome the malignancies of prejudice. Unilateral bigotry has no place in democratic unions.
Twia knows. The me of the body is fearful and insecure. You, the dreamer, who knows both must choose the way of the path with twia or the way of the world with fear. Choose wisely. Stay focused. This is called mindfulness. Be aware of the moment. Twia will show you the way. Twia is the sum of all things. You are the totality that is consciousness. Open yourself to all possibilities. Do not limit yourself to the me of the body. All that you accomplish in the world is not enough. You fear lack as the me of the body. Know your truth. You are whole, complete, perfect, eternal. There is no lack. Twia leads the way when you walk its path. Follow it one step at a time without hope. Hope is desire. Release desire. You do not need hope.
The room within is emptiness. It is fathomless. It cannot be filled. You are limitless. You have neither beginning nor end. This is twia. The me of the body is transitory. It is born. It lives. It dies. It is bounded by the limits of its perceptions. In the way of the world there is good and evil, beauty and ugliness. On the way of the path what is good is evil, what is beauty is ugliness. You cannot say there is one or other. There is no separation.
Entombed in silence, the more mindful one becomes the louder becomes the silence. It surrounds the soul and engulfs it in peace.