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#783b

May 12, 2015

How will I spend my time?
Desiring and striving for that which is as temporary as snow?
Shouldn’t I remind myself that snow melts when I hold it in my hand?
If snow in the hand brings any joy at all, it is short-lived & fleeting.

What is always here, endless, present, unconditional enjoyment?

Is there something I can turn my attention to that I will not lose?

From → j) #751-785, Step 3

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