From the book Master of the Three Ways (菜根譚) by Hong Zicheng: A single cloud leaves the peaks: Going or staying, with neither is it tangled. A bright mirror like moon hangs in the sky: Peace or noise, with neither is it concerned. I must have read the above passage […]
“Just smile and wave boys,” he said, as he walked out of the office door. We were going for lunch, and our poor colleague was stuck with the boss. It was a Madagascar reference. A cute, funny scene. But what it reminded me of was a poem by Stevie Smith; […]
Flowers grow on dirt; manure. On diamonds? Never. May I be like dirt. May those who encounter me grow and bloom.