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
if each day falls
inside each night
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
we need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
inside each night
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
we need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.