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A short poem on whether God is currently alive, or dead.
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A Zen master talks about the real now of now, which only exists now, but also in the next now. Nows flow through present time moments.
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Deep within the silence of ourselves, a part of us is always loving us as noiselessly silently as it can.
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If death itself were to die, what would that mean to us? Would it mean that we would live on forever?
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Truth always reaches deeper than the words that are describing it. The real truth exists behind the words.
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There is no fear in love, but there is love in fear. Love is not afraid of fear, but fear is afraid of love. Just love to forget fear.
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No matter what the outer noise that tries to deafen us to who we really are, we should always listen to our inner voice; its voice should be the one r..
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A poem that shows us that depression is not so black, because there is always an opening in it, when you use the key of creativity, to create some lig..
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A story about a Zen master who tries to think about what a thought really is, and concludes that a thought is not really a thought, just a transformed..
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Secrets only really ever just hide ourselves from ourselves. Open yourself up to all of those around you, and you will see yourself open to yourself m..
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