Posted by Ben Naga
I know now why it is
I was born with two hands
The first is to beckon you
The other to push you away
Posted on February 13, 2015, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged Love, Pain, Paradox, Quatrain, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
It seems that way sometimes.
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Fortunately we often find our way through to more solid ground.
Two strokes, each a different direction one is led.
The perennial nature of our freedom of choice I suppose.
Yes, that freedom of choice I hear bragged about inside our congressional halls, informing us of out freedoms but within limits.
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
Talking and walking
Are an interesting pair
Nice when they match up.
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"You should stop words and letters, and learn to withdraw and reflect on yourself. When you do so, your body and mind will naturally fall away, and your original Buddha nature will appear." - Dogen
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