July 24, 2011
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Lines Written by a Bear of "Very Little Brain":
On monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself allot:
"Now is it true, or is it not
That what is which and which is what?"
On tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows,
If those are these or these are those.
On wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what and what is who.
On thursday, when it starts to freeze,
And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose-but whose are these?
(A. A. Milne The World of Pooh)
July 5, 2011
The Tao never does anything,
yet through it all things are done.
If powerful men and women
could venter themselves in it,
the whole world would be transformed
by itself, in its natural rhythms.
People would be content
with their simple, everyday lives,
in harmony, and free of desire.
When there is no desire,
all things are at peace.
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