A city is a large community where people are lonesome together.
Old dark sleepy pool. . . Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
By the end of the 20th century, up to 90 percent of the sharks, tuna, swordfish, marlins, groupers, turtles, whales, and many other large creatures that prospered in the Gulf for millions of years had been depleted by overfishing.
Well, we now have such a photograph. . . Has any new idea been let loose? It certainly has. You will have noticed how suddenly everybody has become seriously concerned to protect the natural environment. . . It seems to me more than a coincidence that this awareness should have happened at exactly the moment man took his first step into space.
He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
On your daily journeys, listen to those inner signals that help you make the right choices no matter what anyone thinks.