If I am a mist that comes, rests, and is burned away by the sun — then let me cool my fellows while I remain.
All is impermanence; let me not pine for solid rock underfoot.
(Letter #1,694)
If I am a mist that comes, rests, and is burned away by the sun — then let me cool my fellows while I remain.
All is impermanence; let me not pine for solid rock underfoot.
(Letter #1,694)
