A storm comes, uninvited. Don’t fret, it won’t stay long. A bluster, a visit, a goodbye. And then the sun again, or the stars if it is night. Oh, world, you marvelous old goat!
Gray skies. A cool breeze, swift and bright. The flower of this life blooms, reaching up, reaching out.
There are favorable omens in the air. The barn owl knows it, and banks north, His great wings flap slowly between tall pines.
Although we say the mountains belong to the country, actually, they belong to those who love them.
There is no way to happiness - happiness is the way.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.