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In the stillness of Plum Village , I could finally hear this music again after a long, long time.
In every breeze that caresses the leaves,... See more
In the gentle rustling of the grass underfoot,
There is a symphony—
A song of the earth that never ceases.
Can you hear it?
The melody of the mountains, the rhythm of the rivers,
Each note a whisper of the world’s dee
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Heart is sea,
language is shore.
Whatever sea includes,
will hit the shore.
— RUMI
Brené Brown • Atlas of the Heart
The inexhaustible Depth of the Tao bubbles up from nowhere like a Spring.
It is always Empty, yet contains all within itself. It is Deep and Still. It dwells amongst the Myriad Things but is never subject to them. It is discovered through Self-Cultivation.
Smooth the Harsh Edges
Of Breath-Energy,
Loosen the Tangles
Of Worldly Emotion,
Glow with a Soft
Har
... See moreLao Tzu • Tao Te Ching | The Essential Translation
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountains.
I smile and make no reply.
My heart is free of care.
The peach-tree blooms,
The waters Flow
Into the unknown.
I dwell in a Realm
That is not of Men.
Lao Tzu • Tao Te Ching | The Essential Translation
Prose is to poetry as walking is to dancing.
PAUL VALÉRY
Mardy Grothe • I Never Metaphor I Didn't Like
It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go... See more
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go... See more
Douglas Harding • Don't Side With Yourself
Beautiful action flows like water,
Not from duty's heavy stone,
But from the heart's natural inclination,
As a seed grows toward the sun.
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When we act from within,
Not because we should, but because we are,
The distinction between self and world dissolves
Like morning mist in gentle dawn.
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Beautiful action requires no thought,
No weighing of moral consequen... See more
Not from duty's heavy stone,
But from the heart's natural inclination,
As a seed grows toward the sun.
-
When we act from within,
Not because we should, but because we are,
The distinction between self and world dissolves
Like morning mist in gentle dawn.
-
Beautiful action requires no thought,
No weighing of moral consequen... See more
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He who binds to himself a Joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
He who kisses the Joy as it flies,
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. 7
Sogyal Rinpoche • The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
Beyond Sustainability — A Meditation on Language.
Words are windows, or they’re walls.
In their soil, we plant our common future.
In the garden of words, I once planted "sustainable",
A term that grew thorns around tender hearts.
Creating distance when I wished for connection,
Inspiring defense when I longed for openness.
For when I spoke of sustainabili