The foolish reject what they see
The wise reject what they think



“A sweet summer afternoon.  Cool breezes and a clear sky.  This day will
not come again.

The young bulls lie under a tree in the corner of their field.   Quiet
afternoon.  Blue hills.  Day lilies nod in the wind.  This day will not
come again.”


–Thomas Merton



There is no beginning to practice
Nor end to enlightenment;
There is no beginning to enlightenment
Nor end to practice