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Have I seen it?
I gave myself a name,I gathered all my days,Memories became my shelter,And I called that shelter me. I held on to experience,To everything I’d known,Thought kept building little housesSo it wouldn’t stand alone. [Pre-Chorus] Always moving, always seeking,Something certain, something still.But can thought ever find securityIn the stories that it builds? [Chorus] Have I seen…
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Oh little joy of me
Have you felt sorry for yourself all this time?Are you seeing the fog lift from the sky?Can you see the bright smile on my face? It says— I am grateful.I am grateful.I am grateful for your return. You,who have been a part of me for thirty years,have finally come back to me. Oh, warmth of…
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The warmth within me
The warmth, the kind, gentle feeling— Is it mine? This loving, caring nature— Is it mine? What is mine? What is “I”? Is there such a thing I can claim as “me”? Or was it the gentle caress of a loving mother,a gentle energy within my mind? Is God blessing me today,letting me know that…
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I Feel Frustrated Because I Am Dissatisfied
“I’m frustrated,” I announced. Three men looked at me. This was already becoming uncomfortable. The Buddha sat quietly. Patanjali looked as though he had been expecting this problem for approximately two thousand years. Krishnamurti looked at me with the expression of someone who was about to question the question. “I’m dissatisfied because I’m not doing…
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My Meditation for Today
I am part of the Universe’s body. Can the Universe sense me and my existence? Just as I can try to feel my leg or my hand when I do a body scan with my eyes closed, I wonder if the Universe, too, can experience me and feel me—feel my joy, pain, and sadness—as if…
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Once there was a puppet.
The puppet had no strings, but he was able to move around like a normal person. “How is this possible?” wondered the doll maker. “I don’t know. I can just move, talk, and dance without you, oh master,” he said gleefully. The master, who had worked so hard on the puppet, was confused about how…
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The Other Side of the Sea
Rima was the kind of person who made friends easily. She was lively, carefree, and always seemed to have someone around her. College suited her. She enjoyed spending time with her friends, but she was also serious about her studies. She attended her classes, took careful notes, and usually knew when an assignment was due…
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Abby and the City
Meet Abby. Abby was a free-spirited, bright, and jovial girl who lived with her grandmother in a small village near the sea. Although Abby herself was energetic, she found the village too small and boring. Everyone knew everyone else, and they went about their daily lives happily and routinely. Abby would rather have been with…
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Defect/Bug
Being a QA wiz with over 20 years of experience, I’ve started to see how defects and bugs show up in real life. I am trying to write about defects, but the only thing I can think about is how I don’t know the difference between a defect and a bug. Should I look it…
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Imagination
Ten years — 22.2% of my life of forty-five years — was spent trying to figure my life out after the first time I had psychosis. These ten years have been grueling. Nothing seemed to go well, at least according to my mind. Even though I know there were many things that went well, many…
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The Black Cat on the Lotus Leaf
On restlessness, and what happens when you stop fighting it. — Some mornings begin in the loop. You know the one. You wake up, the mind is already running, and before you’ve had a chance to breathe, you’re watching yourself watch yourself — aware of the restlessness, aware of the awareness, going in circles. This…
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