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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it car...

This is an exquisite truth: Saints and ordinary folks are the
This is an exquisite truth: Saints and ordinary folks are the same from the start. Inquiring about a difference Is like asking to borrow string when y...

Return within, to the place where there is nothing, and take
Return within, to the place where there is nothing, and take care that nothing comes in. Penetrate to the depths of yourself, to the place where thoug...

This World I would like to write a poem about the world that
This World I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun ...

Each way I turned I turned to You; Each place I reached Was the
Each way I turned I turned to You; Each place I reached Was the path to You. Each place of worship I entered to pray, I saw the arch of Your brow In ...

Intense cold makes water ice. Then the hard ice turns to
Intense cold makes water ice. Then the hard ice turns to slush and back to water, so there are three forms of consciousness: the individual, the world...