Wednesday, January 12, 2022

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. -Henry Ward Beecher

 “By what track can you trace that trackless Buddha of limitless range, whose victory nothing can undo, whom none of the vanquished defilements can ever pursue?”

Lama Dharma DingDong
(Discoursing the Dhammapada)

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“Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.”

― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red



























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