They came from far and travelled further.
Seeking perfection was of course the action of imperfection and so never could perfection be found. That imperfection may find perfection is imperfect and therefor perfection may never be found except, perhaps, by one not looking.
All of this time she lay dying, smiling.
A tree dropped a seed and a great rock face sheered, earth tumbling down the face.
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Tao Wow | Daily Cup of Tao
1 comment:
& yet that seed holds perfect life.
Thank you.
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