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We are all on Fire: The burning Ship

I dreamed of a burning ship surrounded by a huge wild wave. Like the Buddha taught, I was on fire with greed, hatred and delusion. My fragile ship, my ego identity, surrounded by the vast and wild sea of desire and entitlement,was aflame. I moved out of identifying with the victim and out of shame and rage. The fire of frustrated desire began to consume itself.

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