Tag: fiction
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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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The Writer Cat and the Curious Man
Pitter patter pat pat pit pit Rain falls on the grass The black cat who loves writing Continues this activity as if unaware of the rain Pitter patter pit pat Louder and louder the rain gets The cat still absorbed in his own world Is this flow? A bystander wondered As he stood heavily drenched…
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Perfection
On a bright Saturday morning in May, I wanted to write a short story about a cat and a duck. A quiet, odd combination indeed, but it just so happens to be an image from a jazz music video I was listening to that morning. I want to write about this scene on my screen…
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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The Body Knew First
I’ve spent most of my life living in my head. Thinking, analyzing, observing, inferring. I’ve read Krishnamurti. I’ve sat in meditation. I’ve mapped out how the mind filters reality — how experience becomes observation becomes memory becomes inference. I’ve written about it, spoken about it, circled it from every cerebral angle I could find. And…
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How Do You See What’s Already in Front of You?
I’ve been sitting with a question that came out of my last meditation, and it won’t leave me alone: How does one observe things fresh — in the moment — without the inference of the same room, the same neighborhood, the same life? How can I increase the gap between raw observation and inference, so…
