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Vegetable fields in Wonosobo, Indonesia |
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No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through day or night, cathedral or cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
—Hermann Hesse
from “Lament” in The Glass Bead Game
Clara and Richard Winston version
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Although from the beginning
I knew
the world is impermanent,
not a moment passes
when my sleeves are dry.
—Ryokan
Sky Above, Great Wind
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