All things, the grass as well as the trees,
are tender and soft while alive
When dead, they are withered and dried.
Therefore the stiff and the rigid are companions of death
The gentle and the kind are the companions of life
Lao Tzu
photo Francisco Javier Epinoza Pérez
A thousand times I have ascertained and
found it to be true:
The affairs of this world are really nothing
into nothing.
Still though, we should dance.
Hafiz
Life is so short,
we should all move more slowly.
Thich Nhat Hanh
photo Ryan Hodnott
We don’t have to hurry through the now.
Now is not on the way to something else
John Tarrant
photo US Fish and Wildlife Service
Breath – you invisible poem!
Pure, continuous change
with all that is, flow and counterflow
where rhythmically I come to be.
Each time a wave that occurs just once in a sea I discover I am.
You, innermost of oceans, you, infinitude of space.
How many far places were once within me.
Some winds are like my own child.
When I breathe them now, do they know me again?
Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus II, 1
photo Zwiadowca21
I have learned to live each day as it comes,
and not to borrow trouble by dreading tomorrow.
It is the dark menace of the future that makes cowards of us.
Dorothy Day, American journalist and Catholic Social activist
photo Audrey
