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@rookie54 said
After sunset the whole world is cool,
And after a rain, mountains and rivers are clear.
The prevailing wind comes from the west,
The sounds of autumn are concealed
In the sounds of grasses and trees.
I feel the rapidity of passing years,
And lament the fading away of material things.
Who would feel distressed
Seeing how the seasons affect people's emotions?
Let me a ...[text shortened]... cause me to abandon the
Desires for gain and not cause
Vexations to arise?

~ Po Chu-i (772-846)

@karoly-aczel said
Yeah. No answer to this one either.
Though the sum of human fullness does include a modest mouse of desires, resulting in an odd number binary algorithm code,the answer defies all estimates. The wave function doesn't collapse

@divegeester said
Say… what?

@karoly-aczel said
Another way to say you can't answer a that question using your everyday intellect.

@divegeester
The question in the post before my first post on this page

The sound of peaceful music, the sound of terrible noise, are both clearly revealed as they are and nothing else.

Nonetheless, we prefer the peacefulness and dislike the irritation of the noise. We try to control, to change things to how we want them.

This can be done with a certain degree but cannot be done completely and eternally.

If, on the other hand, we accept things as they are and see things as clearly revealed as they are, that acceptance itself is the first step toward unbreakable peacefulness.

~ Eido Tai Shimano (b. 1932)

The mountain air sparkles as the sun sets,
Birds in flocks return together.
In these things there is a fundamental truth,
But when I start to explain it, I lose the words.

~ Ryokan (1758-1831)

@rookie54
And yet, here we are

@karoly-aczel said
@divegeester
The question in the post before my first post on this page

Dew bestowed upon the grasses of the autumn fields,
Gradually soaks in the reflection of the moon.
Zen monks are captivated by the autumn moon
And springtime blossoms;
But when satori comes,
There's no need for spring or fall.

~ Gocho Kankai (1749-1835)

For no reason it rains,
Whispers of reality.
How lovely it sings,
Drop by drop.
Sitting and lying I listen
With emptied mind.
I don’t need ears,
I don’t need rain.

~ Chin’gak

Prayer for the day:

Well all I know is everything I've learned
And if I'm changing that's the reason that I'll turn
Into someone I can trust, 'fore I turn back into dust
There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned

Outta everything I've seen and all I've heard
Everywhere I've been around the whole wide world
There's still somethin' I can't find, I've been lost within my mind
Since you fell out of my sight without a word

Well I thought I knew it all, 'til I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes and try to pick up all the pieces

Well the night we met, I thought you were the one
Yes and when you left, I nearly came undone
There's a million miles to go, at the end I still won't know

What I did to ever send you on the run
Now the memories just keep flyin' round me now
And I'm travelin' faster than the speed of sound
It's the bigger I stand tall, then the harder I might fall

On the day my vices lay me in the ground
Well I thought I knew it all, 'til I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes and try to pick up all the pieces

Well all I know is everything I've learned
And if I'm changing that's the reason that I'll turn
Into someone I can trust, 'fore I turn back into dust
There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned

Well I thought I knew it all, 'til I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes and try to pick up all the pieces

Let me learn from my mistakes and try to pick up all the pieces

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God bless everyone
No exceptions

Isolate and full, the moon
Floats over the house by the river.
Into the night the cold water
Rushes away below the gate.
The bright gold spilled on the river
Is never still.
The brilliance of my quilt
Is greater than precious silk.
The circle without blemish.
The empty mountains without sound.
The moon hangs in the vacant, wide constellations.
Pine cones drop in the old garden.
The senna trees bloom.
The same clear glory extends
For ten thousand miles.

~ Tu Fu (712-790)

Only this
Nothing more
No need to dust
No need to sit

~ Feng Kan (7th c)

I made an idol of my cat,
she approved it with a purr,
fashioned from some tat,
and some combings from her fur.
"Worship me," she meowed,
I naturally complied,
and with offerings of fish and milk,
took it in her stride.

Anon