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“Sipping a cup of tea, going for a morning walk, doing your work - all these small activities make up your living. And each part, each moment of living, is meaningful. You just have to be there; otherwise, who is going to experience the meaning? People go on drinking tea, but they never are there; their minds are wandering all over the world.”

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Rajneesh

Rajneesh, originally named Chandra Mohan Jain, was an Indian spiritual teacher and writer. Born on December 11, 1931, and passed away on January 19, 1990, he is known for his unique teachings and lifestyle that attracted followers from around the world. more

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