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When all thoughts
Are exhausted
I slip into the woods
And gather
A pile of shepherd's purse.
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Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
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~ Ryokan
photo by Jack Spencer
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The wine of life is oozing drop by drop,
The leaves of life are falling one by one.
~ Omar Khayyam
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Happy are those who know:
Behind all words, the Unsayable stands;
And from that source alone, the Infinite
Crosses over to gladness, and us -
Free of our bridges
Built with the stone of distinctions;
So that always, within each delight,
We gaze at what is purely single and joined.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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