Listen to the call of the homeland.
Mountains and rivers are so beautiful.
Let us go back to our home to touch our roots.
Crossing the bridges of understanding and love,
we arrive at our true home.
- from 'Call Me by My True Names' by Thich Nhat Hanh
Out Of a great need We are all holding hands And climbing. Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to pu
Don’t meditate to fix yourself, to heal yourself, to improve yourself, to redeem yourself, rather do it as an act of love of deep warm friendship to yourself, in this way there is no longer any need f
