http://slow.writerscafe.org/pennedness1 The original writings of author zennedpen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050659 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An old Zen master becomes confused by the way that his dreams have started becoming mixed up in the way that they are being put together. Another Zen master puts him right again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pennedness1/2774862/ Without a purpose for our life, we can just float along in our depression, filled with despair, and regret. John died, as he had no purpose, nor reason for his living. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pennedness1/2767155/ This is a poem that tells us that whatever is hidden from us within us, we have the key to it within us too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pennedness1/2763395/ When we see life only through our pain, our pain is all we see. 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