Sings the Stream
This thing you call effort, sings the stream — why do you still cling to it so? . [ 1589 ]
This thing you call effort, sings the stream — why do you still cling to it so? . [ 1589 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
Listen — even this low, the stream above North Falls sings of abundance. . [ 1582 ]
afternoon sun / the first ripe apple / and an oven to bake it in . [ 1581 ]
a leaf on the ground / lines on her face / an old man with faith in his cane . [ 1580 ]
The mind an unlit candle — no wonder there’s darkness in the world. . [ 1579 ]
O dear raindrop, tell me, what was it like to land on the Buddha’s tongue? . [ 1571 ]
O little house, in your dream of falling, saved at last by spider webs. . [ 1565 ]