Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:17:32 GMT

Tonight he walks with his light stick,
Stops by the Tiger Stream’s source,
Asks us to listen to the mountain sound,
Goes home again by clear waters.
Endless blossoms in the stillness.
Bird-cries deep in the valleys.
Now he’ll sit in empty hills.
In pine-winds, feel the touch of autumn.

Wang Wei

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

Dogen

How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony

Basho

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Thu, 31 Aug 2006 06:38:00 GMT

i'm messy and this journal documents all the unneccessaries

Ballerina Valerie

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