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November

I have forgotten how red the earth gets in autumn I have forgotten the beauty of impending death I have forgotten the graciousness of the lesson © Meisaan Chan

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Desirous of touch

Rain clouds, low, so close to the earth desirous of touch so I go out © Meisaan Chan

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One way to reduce the false self

The false self loves to gaze in mirrors and multiply; one way to reduce the false self is to reduce the mirrors © Meisaan Chan

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Why you can’t measure my love

Infinity can only be measured when it ceases being infinity: That is why you cannot measure my love for you © Meisaan Chan

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The spirituality of weeding

No gardener has ever said, “I weeded really well today, so now they’re gone forever.” © Meisaan Chan

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After death

Die to what does not bring life – certainly after that, do not re-pursue it © Meisaan Chan

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All in the family

Perfection, pride, and fear are triplet sisters © Meisaan Chan

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Dismantling the false self

What a relief that the true self always lies beneath the false self! We do not need to seek, only dismantle! © Meisaan Chan

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False promises are everywhere

Stay alert!False promises are everywhere –Hone the gift of discernment -Meisaan Chan

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To think that I can be me, just as I am

To think that I can be me, just as I am chips and cracks and glories and all is an incredible thought; it’s like that singular moment where, after wearing shackles you freeze in nakedness, disbelieving your freedom and then … Continue reading

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