Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch...


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  Do you hear your own heart beat? – Master Po   Ignorant armies clash by night –...


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  From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow – Aeschylus   And as imagination bodies forth...


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  Look, it cannot be seen – it is beyond form. Listen, it cannot be heard – it is beyond...


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  The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime...


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  I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk) On a winter’s day (On a winter’s day) –...


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