One of the most popular bits of poetry in Zen.
Simple, and yet it contains all of practice.
I stroll along the stream up to where it ends.
I sit down watching the clouds as they begin to rise.
Wang Wei, Chinese poet ( 699-761)
photo phil catterall
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Mindfulbalance 
Matthieu Ricard, experiences are ephemeral, impermanent, and change is constant.
Be present or we will miss it.
Life in its mundane form carries all the happiness needed
Wonderful! Thanks.
Yes, where there was a stream come clouds.
How, though, does a stream ever end?