As I age I am grateful to find that a silence has begun to gather in me,
coexisting with my tempers and my fears,
unchanged by my joys or my pain.
Rachel Naomi Remen
photo of monastery garden Bolton Abbey Kildare
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May my silences become more accurate
Theodore Roethke, American poet, 1908 – 1963, Words for Young Writers
photo richard outram

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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The paradox is indeed that new life is born
out of the pains of the old.
Henri Nouwen, Reaching Out.
photo david lally