It may be that when we no longer
know what to do
we have come to our real work…
And when we no longer know
which way to go
we have come to our real journey…
Wendell Berry
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We’re all just walking each other home.
Ram Dass
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If you don’t write the things
deep inside your own heart
what’s the use of churning
out so many words…?
Ryokin
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I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me,
so that what [I have not] dared …
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing to you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Rilke’s Book of Hours
