May 2010
4 posts
“Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?”
– Emily Brontë
“Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.”
– John Keats (from a letter)
Monk: "All these mountains and rivers and the great earth—where do they come from?"
Master: "Where does this question of yours come from?"
