The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?
~from BUDDHA'S LITTLE INSTRUCTION BOOK by Jack Kornfield
The dream of my life
Is to lie down by a slow river
And stare at the light in the trees —
To learn something by being nothing
A little while but the rich
Lens of attention.
Is to lie down by a slow river
And stare at the light in the trees —
To learn something by being nothing
A little while but the rich
Lens of attention.