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selfless. Devotion can. Feelings are one of those

selfless. Devotion can.  Feelings are one of those things which make us realise again and again that we are only human. We get happy, sad even numb. Everytime there is a self involved. The self is pleased, expressed by these vibrations.
The actuation of our own madness in this chaos is conveyed back to us. We are reciprocated in like-minded circles. We own our feelings.

Sometimes it is just that they deviate to someone else and we wonder to control them. They are like a spring spurting from a big cold stone. They sublime the stone. That stone is our heart.
No matter how much we compel ourselves to go dead on the feelings zone, it always bounces back. To reality. To energy. It is after experiencing most of the feelings we wake up to the feeling of devotion. 

The natural resonance to which we were getting attracted to and dissolved from all our lives. We subsume ourselves to devotion because it is selfless. It is towards something. A subject, a person, a profession. We get swallowed by it. We merge through it to the humanness of austerity. The point where we do not want any material return. We just give in and give in and give in and never stop.
selfless. Devotion can.  Feelings are one of those things which make us realise again and again that we are only human. We get happy, sad even numb. Everytime there is a self involved. The self is pleased, expressed by these vibrations.
The actuation of our own madness in this chaos is conveyed back to us. We are reciprocated in like-minded circles. We own our feelings.

Sometimes it is just that they deviate to someone else and we wonder to control them. They are like a spring spurting from a big cold stone. They sublime the stone. That stone is our heart.
No matter how much we compel ourselves to go dead on the feelings zone, it always bounces back. To reality. To energy. It is after experiencing most of the feelings we wake up to the feeling of devotion. 

The natural resonance to which we were getting attracted to and dissolved from all our lives. We subsume ourselves to devotion because it is selfless. It is towards something. A subject, a person, a profession. We get swallowed by it. We merge through it to the humanness of austerity. The point where we do not want any material return. We just give in and give in and give in and never stop.