There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.
May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.
Come out to view the truth of flowers blooming in poverty.
You cannot ask which system is the better because you cannot standardize one system for the whole of the world. You cannot have one stereotyped code of morality for every country. One system may work very well in one country and very badly in another. You cannot grow a tropical flower in a cold climate.
Better known as the Secret of the Golden Flower, this is a famous neidan text that the Western world came to know through Richard Wilhelm's 1929 translation. The Chinese text used by Wilhelm was edited by Zhanran Huizhen zi in 1921. Besides this, at least five more versions are available, all of which date to the late Qing dynasty (1644-1911) and are ascribed to Lu Dongbin, who revealed them through spirit writing.
To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.
The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades, and scented with flowers.
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.
There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
What does Reverence for Life say abut the relations between [humanity] and the animal world? Whenever I injury any kind of life I must be quite certain that it is necessary. I must never go beyond the unavoidable, not even in apparently insignificant things. The farmer who has mowed down a thousand flowers in his meadow in order to feed his cows must be careful on his way home not to strike the head off a single flower by the side of the road in idle amusement, for he thereby infringes on the law of life without being under the pressure of necessity.
I don't wear dresses and flowers in my hair and float around!
If I were a flower. . I would be a sunflower. To always follow the sun, Turn my back to darkness, Stand proud, tall and straight even with my head full of seeds.
The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
The butterfly is a flying flower, The flower a tethered butterfly.
In HEATHEN, R. Flowers Rivera remixes the classical and the Biblical, the usual and the typical until what we thought we knew of ourselves and others is new again. The mythic becomes particular; the particular becomes mythic in these fascinating poems of personalities and personas. Rivera’s work is rich in empathy and invention. Heathen is a book of psalms for the present day.
Creativity is our true nature; blocks are an unnatural thwarting of a process at once as normal and as miraculous as the blossoming of a flower at the end of a slender green stem.