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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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And Waste the Chance That I’d Been Given
There are seconds when I feel like I can identify these lines of separation, defining boundaries between this and that, here and there. But who establishes these lines, and have they always existed? The more I examine, the more each…
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How Deep Is Your Love?
What exactly am I seeing when I see? Sometimes I think I’m looking at something, but am I? Maybe I’m just looking at my idea of a thing, my memory of things, or what I think a thing should probably…
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Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter…
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