Sweet Delight
apples crisp, maples rose and yellow / geese in flight, wet feet on cold stone . [ 1604 ]
apples crisp, maples rose and yellow / geese in flight, wet feet on cold stone . [ 1604 ]
Before the journey begins, your inner guide will show you the abyss. . [ 1603 ]
Moment by moment, breath by breath, may I live consciously, not by habit or rote. And when I grow tired, may I still be inspired to forget the last thing I wrote. . [ 1602 ]
Adhere to the ancient text, and be haunted by symbols. Set it aside, look in and around you, see the hand that is writing still. . [ 1601 ]
Family tree? How far back are you willing to go? Star? Rock? Neanderthal? . [ 1600 ]
The cricket’s quiet now . . . that’s the wisdom he carries into winter. . [ 1599 ]
What’s next? I couldn’t say. What’s past? — blows away. What’s left? What’s best? What’s free? Uncertainty. . [ 1598 ]
Ask the body — Is there a difference between the fear of pain, the fear of rejection, the fear of poverty, the fear of loss, the fear of death? . [ 1597 ]
First a maple, then an oak — after the storm, the trees go on raining. . [ 1596 ]
It’s useless for you to try to be like me, or for me to try to be like you, or even for us to try to be like ourselves. Rather, let’s set that notion aside and be no one — completely, fully, freely, dynamically. . [ 1595 ]