The best advice I can give to anyone who wants to be happy is, “Just remember that this life is temporary, transient. So don’t take it too seriously, and certainly don’t become attached to it.”
Flowers on the Hillside –
The First Snow.
Life dies and is renewed again.
Striving, striving, striving –
The years are soon used up.
The brilliant rising sun will set when day is ended.
What is it that remains?
There is rebirth, but no one who is reborn.
Life is constantly renewed, but as for Justin – who knows?
Walking thru the snow in great peace,
there was no sense of destination.
Trying is not the Way
Not trying is not the Way
You say it must be one or the other,
But I say
The Soul in (or as) the Breath.
The breath as fire.
Seeing is not seeing,
lonely the road home!
Off the treadmill,
brilliant the spring flowers.
Innumerable worlds, strung like
pearls along a path of daisies.
Hear the wordless song.