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October 9, 2012
While she was sleeping I observed her hands, the shadows on her knuckles, the cream Asian color of her skin, the shape and contours of her ears, the shadows on her face, the rise and fall of her stomach and chest as she breathed in and out, what she was wearing, the folds in her clothes, and her bare feet.

This was true observation. This was the difference between seeing and looking, a possible key to the beyond.

This frame of mind should be taken with us everywhere, including self observation.

True observation comes when there are no judgments involved.