Thursday, August 12, 2010

Day Three Hundred and fifty five


The bell of opposites rings so loudly when struck near an unprepared ear.

Peace and unrest, trust and fear, death and life, belief and doubt, all clamor for attention, cry for their place, claw for nourishment.

Without clinging to view, there is no hunger, no nourishment, no sound, and no silence.


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