The Sage and the Butterfly
Philosophy Words Daydreams
“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
—Don DeLillo, from White Noise (Viking, 1985)
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May
20
I would like to house my spirit within my body, to nourish my virtue by mildness, and to travel in ether by becoming a void. But I cannot do it yet … And so, being unable to find peace within myself, I made use of the external surroundings to calm my spirit, and being unable to find delight within my heart, I borrowed a landscape to please it. Therefore, strange were my travels.
T’u Lung (T’u Ch’ihshui) translated by Lin Yutang, The Travels of Mingliaotse. Courtesy of Whiskey River. (via gardenofthefareast)
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So Cute <3
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Contemplating our own death will inspire us to use our life wisely.
Geshe Kelsang Gyatso
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“Miyamoto Musashi”
Today’s piece for the Month of Love challenge.
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