Tag: writing
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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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The Savior Somewhere Else
On ashrams, fresh experiences, and the loop that follows you wherever you go. I am still looking for my savior somewhere else. Lately it takes the shape of an ashram. I imagine going there and learning the meditation Shiva is said to have taught — gaining existential awareness, the kind experienced directly rather than through…
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The Measuring Tape
In my 40s, I had my midlife crisis. And today, for the first time in a long time, I have decided on something I want to stick with for the rest of my life. There was a video on Instagram about how many years I may have left — if God allows — illustrated with…
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Loops/Circles
I sat in meditation on Monday and noticed that I am always living from the outside in. Meaning, I am always focused on the outside world or environment. My thoughts, feelings, and emotions are outwardly directed. Maybe because I need to finish a task, and that causes anxiety in me. Maybe I have thoughts of…
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Contradiction
Have you ever wanted two completely opposite things at the same time — and both felt completely true? I want to be productive. But I also desperately want peace. I want to make money. But I honestly don’t know how yet — and sitting with that not-knowing is uncomfortable. I want to be loving, caring,…
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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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