There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.
It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.
Sometimes I spend half the night
answering the emptiness, hoping it is you. Memory is just
another form of imagination. Now the glasses are empty.
A future flies into the rafters. Daylight leaks into my dream.
Eventually I may have to write a love poem to myself
Reading nook in a Seattle bookstore
Give up defining yourself — to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious Presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.
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