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As a bee seeks nectar from all kinds of flowers, seek teachings everywhere. Like a deer that finds a quiet place to graze, seek seclusion to digest all that you have gathered. Like a madman beyond all limits, go wherever you please and live like a lion completely free of all fear.
Ancient Tibetan text
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I wish to acknowledge and pay my respect to the Awabakal/Worimi people — past and present — the custodians of the land of Muloobinba (Newcastle) and the waters of Coquon (Hunter River). Their sovereignty was never ceded to the commonwealth. It is upon their ancestral lands that I live, work and play.
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