Sunday, July 19, 2020

whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself. —e.e. cummings





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Meditate.
Live purely.
Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon,
Come out from behind the cloud.


—Dhammapada 


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See how the past is not finished
here in the present
it is awake the whole time
never waiting
it is my hand now but not what I held
it is not my hand but what I held
it is what I remember
but it never seems quite the same
no one else remembers it
a house long gone into air
the flutter of tires over a brick road
cool light in a vanished bedroom
the flash of the oriole
between one life and another
the river a child watched


—W. S. Merwin
my hand


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