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I Dreamed I was a Man


I dreamed I was a monk, I dreamed I was a man, I dreamed I was everywhere— everywhere became what I am. Our lives form from action, our thoughts speak desire, but unless we become aware we can’t rise any higher. Take control of the mind or it will submit to emotion. Just remember—love is not a feeling but a motion. It’s true that anger ripples outward, but it also returns. Hatred creates more hatred, open your eyes and learn. When you see your neighbor as a man who struggles, you begin to see clearly we have the same troubles.
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