In the quiet evenings I look out of my window at the moon and think over the friends of other days, and the mournful cry of the monkey often makes me moisten my sleeve with tears. ...When I see the mountain deer approach me without any fear, then I understand how remote I am from the world. And I stir up the embers of my smoldering fire, the best friend an old man can find by him when he wakes. The mountains themselves are not at all awesome, though indeed the hooting of the owls is sometimes melancholy enough, but of the beauties of the ever-changing scenery of the hills one never becomes weary. And to one who thinks deeply and has a good store of knowledge such pleasure is indeed inexhaustible.Monday 11 May 2009
Unwearying Beauty
In the quiet evenings I look out of my window at the moon and think over the friends of other days, and the mournful cry of the monkey often makes me moisten my sleeve with tears. ...When I see the mountain deer approach me without any fear, then I understand how remote I am from the world. And I stir up the embers of my smoldering fire, the best friend an old man can find by him when he wakes. The mountains themselves are not at all awesome, though indeed the hooting of the owls is sometimes melancholy enough, but of the beauties of the ever-changing scenery of the hills one never becomes weary. And to one who thinks deeply and has a good store of knowledge such pleasure is indeed inexhaustible.
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oh! have you taken the picture from the first post and shown it here again ? :-) I am so happy that you liked it so much!!!!
ReplyDeleteand such a perfect quote as well... "of the beauties of the ever-changing scenery of the hills one never becomes weary" - one can never become weary of the beauty of this world, can one? i wake up to a new day every day and somehow my amazement in front of the world is the same from my childhood :-) i would be devastated to lose that...
and i love the picture of the begging bowl you chose for the previous post, it is pure and delicate...
thank you, dear one.
I love that series of photos...such intensity, such beauty, such grace...turquoise deep and intense like the ocean, like sorrow, soft pink petals reflecting love's subtle and gentle essence, and the simplicity of that bowl...I'd love to drink from that bowl my daily cup of intoxicating tea...sheer beauty...the outer works of a person reflects the inner beauty of that spirits heart and spirit...
ReplyDeletethank you.
love and grace
*Noura
this particular bowl has been made by my japanese pottery master :-)
ReplyDeletei thank you so much for being so open and giving and warm, you bring me much joy...
the beauty we see in others is a reflection of the beauty that is within ourselves...like a mirror unto one another...
ReplyDelete:)
there must be so much love and beauty put into that bowl by your master who formed it and shaped it with his own hands...