Tag: writing
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The Thirst That Doesn’t Know It’s Thirsty
On Tanha — Craving — and the Spoke of the Wheel I First Saw Turning “With feeling as a condition, there is the arising of craving.” — The Buddha, Paticcasamuppada I Noticed Something It didn’t arrive with fanfare. There was no dramatic crisis, no obvious object of desire. Just a quiet, persistent pull — a…
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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…
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The Anatomy of a Filtered Life
If I map out how I move through the world, it looks something like this: Experience → Observation → Memory → Inference Four steps. By the time I reach the last one, I’m no longer anywhere near the truth of what actually happened. Let me walk through it — through my own life — to…
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Act of Love
How can I tell my consciousness that people show love in different ways? The love shown on TV — the hugs, the kisses — isn’t the only form of love. An act of love. Can I make my consciousness become aware that small acts of love are the love a person shows towards you? This…
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The Library We Build From Memory
I have a library in my head. Not a metaphor—an actual library. Endless shelves stacked with volumes I’ve written about my life. Every emotion has its section. Every experience, its book. When something happens to me, I don’t just feel it. I reach for the familiar volume: Oh yes, I know this feeling. It was…
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Lock to break
I thought I’d lost the key,but keys are for thosewho still believe in locks. I could shatter this thing—one strike of will,one refusal to stay trappedin the museum of old love. The question isn’t where the key is.It’s whether I’m readyto pick up the hammer. And I get closer…
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When Work Feels Like Play: A Meditation on Fun
I’ve been sitting with a nagging question lately: Why doesn’t work feel fun? Not all the time, obviously. But shouldn’t there be moments—more than occasionally—where I’m genuinely engaged, energized, maybe even enjoying myself? Instead, I find myself caught in these loops: Why am I not motivated? Why can’t I connect with my colleagues? Why isn’t…
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What in Life is Fun?
What in Life is Fun?What in life is fun?Is it the hobby that absorbs you,the creative spark catching fire,the sudden insight that shifts everything?Truly ask yourself: what is fun?And then—the harder question:How do I make space for it?Despite fear.Despite frustration, sadness,the whole messy chorus of being human—I can still accommodate fun.Not because these feelings vanish.Not…
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Love so sweet
Love, that sweet nectar—one taste and you’re craving more.When your cup empties,most move on to sample something new.But some refuse another sip.They say that first sweetnesswas the only one worth tasting.Who’s right?The ones who drink widely,or those who thirst for only one?I won’t say.Each tongue knows its own hunger
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Snippets on my mind
Society Do not let society define you or your self-worth. Society will tend to define you – you are poor as you don’t have money. You are rich, you are rude, you are gullible, you are shy etc. You do not have to take these definitions to heart. Only you, as an individual, have the…
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