Wind Bell

All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.(Jorge Luis Borge)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

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The Earth Lifts its glass to the sun And light -- light Is poured. A bird Comes and sits on a crystal rim And from my forest cave I Hear sin...

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Friday, December 24, 2010

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This love sacrifices all souls, however wise, however "awakened" Cuts off their heads without a sword, hangs them without a scaffo...
Sunday, December 19, 2010

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It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky. It is this sor...
Saturday, December 18, 2010

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Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while. Let those orphaned days that passed without thee be forgotten. Only spread this little moment ...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010

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I have discovered my deep deathless being: Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing, A g...
Friday, December 10, 2010

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To know Tao meditate and still the mind. Knowledge comes with perseverance. The Way is neither full nor empty; a modest and quiet nature u...
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