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DECEMBER DEWS: DAY 9, WILLIAMS MAVELI WRITES, WHEN WISDOM COMES TO US.....

DECEMBER DEWS: DAY 9, WILLIAMS MAVELI WRITES, WHEN WISDOM COMES TO US.....

Wisdom comes to us through self examination,

Through investigation, through determination,

When you develop a strongly concentrated mind,

One uses the same kind of mind to investigate further,

 As one investigates, one directly sees into reality

Into with a true characteristics of phenomenon

Generally, one first sees the rising and falling away

 That is, one sees the impermanence within himself,

One sees that only because they are not permanent,

All are unsatisfactory, illogical, irrelevant and ignorant,

 There is nothing worth clinging to in them, inside too,

And because they are impermanent and unsatisfactory,

One cannot identify with any of them as a truly existing self.

This is the empty or self-less nature of the human life,

 This marks to make the arising of true insight wisdom.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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