Learn of the pine from the pine, and of the bamboo from the bamboo. To do so you must leave behind the self, and enter into the object, until its hidden glimmering shows itself and a poem forms of its own accord.
Harvest moon — / walking around the pond / all night long.
Even in Kyoto — hearing the cuckoo's cry — I long for Kyoto.
Lao Tzu·500 BCDo you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself?
Ralph Waldo Emerson·1870Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Walt Whitman·1855I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
