Because the mind is free --
Listening to the rain
Dripping from the eaves,
The drops become
One with me.
Dogen
Listening to the rain
Dripping from the eaves,
The drops become
One with me.
Dogen
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Thirty spokes meet at a hollowed-out hub;
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its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
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Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
the wheel won't work without its hole.
A vessel is molded from solid clay;
its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
you must make use of what is not
Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
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