Today I sat before the cliff,
sat a long time till mists had cleared.
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold;
a thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads.

White clouds – the morning light is still.
Moonrise – the lamp of night drifts upward.
Body free from dust and stain,
what cares could trouble my mind?

Han-Shan

What
Do sad people have in
Common?

It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past

And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship

What is the beginning of
Happiness?

It is to stop being
So religious

Like

That.

Hafiz

Pale sunlight,
pale the wall.

Love moves away.
The light changes.

I need more grace
than I thought.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Have I a body or have I none?
Am I who I am or am I not?
Pondering these questions,
I sit leaning against the cliff while the years go by,
till the green grass grows between my feet
and the red dust settles on my head,
and the men of the world, thinking me dead,
come with offerings of wine and fruit to lay by my corpse.

Han-Shan

When Noah is captain, what is there to fear?

Ibn El-Arabi

Low at my problem bending,
Another problem comes –
Larger than mine – Serener –
Involving statelier sums.

I check my busy pencil,
My figures file away.
Wherefore, my baffled fingers
Thy perplexity?

Emily Dickinson