A Quote by Huai Nan Tzu

Thin slice of moon on a dusk-dark horizon, pines dripping snow beneath blooming diamond starfields, congealing memory of a phantom life, drop of sudden melting presence splashes the head, runs down my cheek, glad sky grace, tears served cold, yet not aloof, the rhythm of omni-directional ecstasy alive in crispy crackling timbre of everything dripping, melting aural rapture I want you to hear, hear it the way it hears itself, the way everything does when you listen, speechless, to mystery singing, expounding the perfection of impermanence, the emptiness of itself for no reason at all, no praise or blame, nor grounds for any complaint.

Huai Nan Tzu

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