From "The Mystic Discourses" volume 5. (Some poetic reflections, after reading Endo Shusaku's "The Samurai," pictured above)
A meditation on learning to submit to things greater than us.
Striving for joy is an endless striving. Lamenting for peace brings endless lament. Grasping for love becomes endless grasping. So, the tragedy of life finds no end. Who can escape …
A short poem
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wind chimes in the soul our own laughter echoes there soul chimes in the wind.
It happens upon Yet it will never be found Wind on Summer days
The final page is running thing now. There's only room for a line or two…
What remains to enrich the soul, when all these good things come to pass…?