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)

Tuesday, August 31, 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 s...

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Because There is nothing Outside of my Master's body I try To show reverence To all things. Because There is nothing Inside of my Master...
Sunday, August 29, 2010

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Hey you, parrot! speaking in riddles, Sugar wouldn't melt in your mouth! Clear your head so your heart will be happy, And then mimic the...
Saturday, August 28, 2010

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Moored in island mist, as the sun sets, a traveler's grief arises. Beyond the great plain, the sky closes on trees. On this gentle river...
Friday, August 27, 2010

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As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood's dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the great arch of unimagi...
Thursday, August 26, 2010

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The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool, to the expert in solitary confinement, I'm the same as the teacher from Col...
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