Essays, meditations, personal contemplation and thoughts meant to inspire conversation and reflection.

Sentimental religion and a fragment

These days my feelings toward Catholicism, my family religion, tend more toward sentimentalism. I remember the spring mornings together with my parents, budding cherry blossoms, ponds cracking with melting ice.

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Trying to be better

We were not trying to bleed or sweat, but those things appeared out of our enjoyment. At the best of times, we were riding that awesome unknown wave that carries us, and we were content in our ignorance.

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Being blueberrian

Because through my fight for another, for the animals, I might find my own strength. I might discover my own voice. I might realize how powerful I am. And always was. The fight might vaporize all the delusions of myself.

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Isolation

Knowing myself as being in isolation is a promise that one day isolation will be no more, but only if I'm willing to be honestly human again.

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About writing & not writing

Turn into the wind, into the sky, into the earth, and go be other than you think you are. Let yourself drift away into something brand new; imagine and dream, as a child in a treehouse would.

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Where is everyone rushing?

Keep your Emptiness conquered and your Pure Lands and eternal happiness and peace everlasting, for I'll live in Now and look for beauty in all things we humans do and feel and fuck up.

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To my Opinion

Oh, my Opinion, may I realize my perfections when you disappear. May effortless and gentle and loving and content. May I remember the beauty of those things I’d thought lost, and hear more clearly the pretty sounds of it all.

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My stubborn mind says run

I was an arrogant man. I was vain and proud. I came to you, this place, bearing the gift of my conceited self, boasting of intellect and toting smart questions.

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Arguing with Dad about religion

The conversation ended with nothing gained, only dangling sentences left ragged by two people battling. I was left with the bitter taste of misunderstanding, distemper and aloneness. Never had I felt so far from my father.

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