If we gain something, it was there from the beginning. If we lose anything, it is hidden nearby.
Ryokan (1758 - 1831)
Contributed by: Em
Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow, Serenaded by a stray bird or two. Kings and commoners end up the same, No more enduring than last night's dream.
Contributed by: Zaady
But on the twenty-fifth of May, at sunset, a violent wind howled madly, Battering and rending my plants; Rain poured down, Pounding the vines and flowers into the earth. It was so painful But as the work of the wind, I have to let it be . . .
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