Tag Archives: help me

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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When unbalanced

Everything that doesn’t matter takes up so much space! – So you cannot see what does © Meisaan Chan

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Handling fire

This is not a game or a hobby, this is my heart afire and you, learning how to handle © Meisaan Chan

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The Lord my Bed

Scared, scared, I run to you and hide in the Lord my Bed, who covers me © Meisaan Chan

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On the road to me

It takes courage to pursue yourself and even more courage to let the self go: Both are needed on the road to me © Meisaan Chan

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Maps that aren’t true

It is not true that every map leads to its promised end: That following the map of money will lead to money That following the map of power will lead to power That following the map of security will lead … Continue reading

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To be forged

To be forged is to be shaped into the shape the Lord desires: Shape me then, Lord! What do I know? © Meisaan Chan

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