Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Wang Wei (701-761)

Green-Water Stream To reach the Yellow-Flowered River Go by the Green-Water Stream. A thousand twists and turns of mountain But the way there can’t be many miles. The sound of water falling over rocks And deep colour among pines. Gently green floating water-plants. Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes. I am a lover of true quietness. Watching the flow of clear water I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock casting a line on the endless stream. Note: The uncarved rock is the Tao. The endless stream is the Tao.
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