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Imagine a river that flows upward .
Monks on the shore (if you could call it a shore) sit motionless. They have learned to watch the Torrent without thirst. They know that every scream echoing from its depths is merely the sound of a soul refusing to see that the prison door was never locked. A single moment of genuine, total awareness—the cessation of grasping—and the water around you turns to light. You float. You rise. Samsara Torrent
It does not begin with a flood, but with a drip. Welcome back
And somewhere, a drop falls.