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Were I a king, pensively Would I pace the corridors of the palace. The path I walk goes through the pine-trees; The sea is blue, a butterfly flits by. Miyoshi Tatsuji
Blyth,R. • Zen and Zen Classics 1: From the Upanishads to Huineng (Zen & Zen Classics)
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Wawa Hals • 2 cards
Poetry
SONO’S DEATH POEM Don’t just stand there with your hair turning gray, soon enough the seas will sink your little island. So while there is still the illusion of time, set out for another shore. No sense packing a bag. You won’t be able to lift it into your boat. Give away all your collections. Take only new seeds and an old stick. Send out some
... See moreFrank Ostaseski • The Five Invitations: Discovering What Death Can Teach Us About Living Fully
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain
Barking
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Hannah Liz • 1 card
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Jess May • 6 cards
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Vladimir Nabokov • Selected Poems
In Japan, poems should not be tethered to the entanglement of a person’s ego. Humility, modesty, and a keen eye for small details in the natural environment are key attributes. As Basho said, “If you want to learn about the pine, then go to the pine, if you want to learn about the bamboo, then go to the bamboo. When you have become one with them,
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