The palm at the end of the mind, beyond the last thought, rises in the bronze distance. A gold feathered bird sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason that makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
Friday, November 23, 2007
listen
"Remember, that if something truly belongs to or with you, it cannot be taken from you. Let go of it and it will naturally return to you. Similarly, as long as you are true to yourself, and listen to your intuition, you can make no mistakes.
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