My spouse's life is not mine.
My child's life is not mine.
My parent's life is not mine.
My sibling's life is not mine.
My friend's life is not mine.
My enemy's life is not mine.
When I let go of what is not mine,
I find I have everything I need.
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Ni hao.
I imagine that forest is consist of trees which know how to live together with others.
Trick or treat
One Size Fits All
What is mine is what you have allowed me to keep of what all of you claim belongs to every one. Let us wear the same shoes. If a foot does not fit, chop off the toes and hand them back to the woman who bore you. Let us wear the same shirt and the same pants. Women wear the pants at home anyway, so why not obliterate gender differences. Keep the colors the same blue, differentiated only by how much mud stains the dunce’s cap when forced to run the gauntlet for being born with too much intelligence. Lose the first person singular and worship only the first person plural. Loose yourself in the bigger soup. Take what is mine and divide it among yourselves. Rattle my knucklebones in the palm of your hands when playing mahjong. May my bones bring you luck.
[Disposable Prose October 30, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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