Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

A national culture, if it is to flourish, should be a constellation of cultures, the constitutes of which, benefiting each other, benefit the whole.

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.

In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.