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
freedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as— often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then— even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.
That's the way everything in the world is waiting.