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Strange When You Think of Our Chances
I used to think some seeds would never sprout. That some ground was too barren, too hard, too far gone. I would look at certain places and think, “Nothing could ever grow there.” How strange to be so sure about…
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I Was Ordered to Listen
When I gather impressions, they feel solid at first but quickly turn into sensations that aren’t mine. I may ask myself who is collecting these experiences and what is actually being collected. Now, I find feelings, but they continuously transform…
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One Thing I Can Tell You Is You Got to Be Free
Sometimes I wonder: do I need the extraordinary moments? Why do they always promise much yet fade away? Why do I overlook the simple, steady parts of life that keep showing up? When did I start chasing after the exceptional?…
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A Question of Time
What marvels unfold within my journey? Is there even a journey? I see paths diverging, but is there anywhere to go when everywhere reflects to me? Do short glimpses suggest something vast, or has the infinite always echoed through my…
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Eyes Without a Face
Have I ever really seen me? Not just a reflection, but honestly? Each mirror shows me something, but what allows me to see? I think I’ve found my true core, but I soon discover it’s another image. When will these…
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No Place to Be Ending but Somewhere to Start
Could the idea of constant separation reveal that nothing was ever separate? I notice how quickly I decide what is possible. I judge change and declare doors closed. Who gives me the authority on permanence? Nothing is lost; it is…
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Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
What’s real in these depths? Bubbles within bubbles, each moment seems solid until touched. One dream dissolves into another, but who’s the dreamer? It’s a wondrous journey of self-discovery. At times, I believe I’ve finally gotten up, only to realize…
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Come Undone
I keep trying to hold onto what I see. There’s a thing here. It has its boundaries. My hand reaches for it, I know where it ends, and the air begins. I divide everything. I categorize and contain—at least that’s…
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Reality Used to Be a Friend of Mine
I often feel a sense of clarity about the world around me. It’s as if everything has its designated space, categorized and labeled. This makes life feel straightforward. Yet, when I look closer, I realize that this tidy perception begins…
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Where Did You Come From, Where Did You Go?
Who’s keeping score here? And more importantly—who’s watching the scorekeeper? Strange how I keep comparing myself to others, building endless hierarchies of better and worse. But when I look closer, this ranking game seems to run by itself. Once in…
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Sometimes, my life moves quietly on its own, without anyone and anything holding it together. All these moments open and close as heartbeats, belonging to no one, asking nothing in return. It’s all yours. And then the stories gather…
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