We think, but we do not know how.
The river runs, but it doesn’t know how.
The eagle flies, but doesn’t know how.
What good is it to know, but not be able to do it?
Advertisements
The cat
The cat sleeps while the sun crosses the firmament.
Red sky
The sun sinks in a red sea.
The sky’s blood colours the clouds.
They are moving towards the horizon.
Truth
The flower blossoms. Petals falling. Next spring again. That is all there is.
Summer wind
Soft breezes moving the leaves on the tree, or are the leaves moving the air.
Hot air glimmers, no moving air. Still leaves, no one moves.
Shadow
We are following the silent self on the hot pavement, painted by the strong summer sun.
Sharp boundaries are defined as long as the clear sun shines.
No clouds are troubling the mind as we follow our shadow.
Silence
Where does it come from?
How to achieve it?
What is it good for?
Why don’t we have it?
