Poetry
Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be grounded. Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come up
Where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender.
Rumi
You need not do anything, remain sitting at your table and listen.
You need not even listen just wait.
And you need not even wait, just become quiet and still and solitary
And the world will offer itself to you, to be unmasked
It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet
Franz Kafka
What is there, after all,
besides memories and dreams
and the way they mix
with land and air and water
to make us whole?
Robert Michael Pyle
Hokusai Says, Read By Mark Williams, for the Mindfulness Summit
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