You want to know my name? —a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.

Hsu Hsuan

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It hums through the trees.
Its song made of many notes,
Made of many things.

A hot sizzle sound
Cicadas buzz harmony.
Wrens call liquidly—

And doves mournfully.
Crows caw in chorus.
The dogs bark at everything—

Panting, grinning, lolling tongues.
The mocking birds mock
The flycatchers catch.

Wind slices through spread wings
cutting between the vanes,
like air though a woodwind reed.

Boys, girls howl and laugh,
screech and run through the long grasses,
Blackberry stains abound.

Evening gowns the trees gold.
The song shakes their branches.
A whispering tambourine.

The crickets join in,
Then the whippoorwills,
And the frogs with their drum drums.

The fire flies dancing,
The song swirls under the moon,
A baby giggles sleeping.

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
 Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life (via inatt)

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Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Aristotle (via delicatesenpai)

goddess status.

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This is a GREAT quote. I am equal parts Beast/Goddess FOR SURE.

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When an archer is shooting for nothing,
He has all his skill.
If he shoots for a brass buckle,
He is already nervous.
If he shoots for a prize of gold,
He goes blind,
Or sees two targets—
He is out of his mind!

His skill has not changed. But the prize,
Divides him. He cares.
He thinks more of winning,
Than of shooting—
And the need to win,
Drains his power.

Thomas Merton, The Way of Chuang Tzu


Why are people hungry?
Because those above are greedy,
This is why.

Why are people hard to govern?
Because of the selfishness of those above,
This is why.

Why do people make light of death?
Because they strive for the richness of life.
This is why.

Only those who don’t strive,
Truly value life.

you say

"spirit spirit spirit"

but i only see


network of light,

The Escape.

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Look at the plants and trees; their foliage flourishes, then drops in late autumn, returning to the roots, as a natural pattern. Returning to the root, it does not die but regenerates comes springtime. From this principle we can see that endless regeneration is the Way of nature, while returning to their roots is the inherent pattern of beings.

Unknown Author, Anthology on the Cultivation of Realization

Translated by Thomas Cleary