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“When our mind is entangled with anger, jealousy, or sadness, we can be in that state hour after hour, day after day. It’s a pity, because meanwhile, life is wondrous. If we only concentrate on breathing in and seeing that our body is a wonder, we can see that nothing else is really important. It’s only the peace in our body and in our mind that matters. Anyone can attain this insight. While we sit, we can be with our breathing, we can let go of tensions, and we can have peace. This peace is the most precious thing there is, more precious than any pursuit.”

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“Kao oko mrtvaca jednog sjaje oko našeg vrta bednog, fenjeri. Da l' noć na tebe svile prospe? Jesi li se digla među gospe? Gde si sad Ti? Voliš li još noću ulice, kad bludnice i fenjeri stoje pokisli? A rage mokre parove vuku, u kolima, k'o u mrtvačkom sanduku, što škripi. Da nisi sad negde nasmejana, bogata i rasejana, gde smeh vri? O, nemoj da si topla, cvetna, O, ne budi, ne budi sretna, bar ti mi, ti. O, ne voli, ne voli ništa, ni knjige, ni pozorišta, k'o učeni. Kažeš li nekad, iznenada, u dobrom društvu, još i sada, na čijoj strani si? O, da l' se sećaš kako smo išli, sve ulice noću obišli po kiši? Sećaš li se, noćne su nam tice i lopovi, i bludnice, bili nevini. Stid nas beše domova cvetnih, zarekli smo se ostat' nesretni, bar ja i Ti. U srcu čujem grižu miša, a pada hladna, sitna kiša. Gde si sad Ti?”