Birdsong, the universal consciousness of tree frogs, and Po Chu-i supply the harmonies tonight.
Nature knows no division. That's why we go to the woods. Escaping the politics of business becomes our only business.
I could have been somebody but nowhere man and my holy fear of some success is sucessfully stopping me.
The glass is full and empty. I can see the glass itself is a concept too. Listen, there's a boy who is crying wolf
as if there's a dream that wants to cry. In other words, nothing is known but the knowledge of being.
That which is unknown is conceptually unknown, a mythic concept, or this is tantric that. Know oneself as if there's no one else to know.
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