Practise reason

The rational man the ten thousand things their asylum,

the good man their treasure,

the not-good man's that which he holds fats to.

Beautiful words one can thereby sell.

Noble deeds one can thereby accomplish more with the people.

A man his not-goodness why thrown away he is?

Therefore was elected heaven's son

were appointed three ministers.

Though having reverently in hand as a screen

thereto riding with four horses,

not equalled by sitting still propounding this reason?

The ancient their reason why they esteemed this reason, that is:

What, indeed?

Is it not say that if sought then it is obtained?

He who has sin thereby can be saved?

Therefore it becomes the world's honor.

 

To cherish oneself

"To cherish oneself"

Recognise own values, do not exhibit, do not impose on others.

 

Dignity's virtue

"Dignity's virtue"

Mindfulness's virtue.

 

as one

one to many

is still one

stay one

 

source, solution

 

and, so, but

questions, puzzles

in it, of it

back to source

What is revealed?

I caught the sun, and you caught me.  How do you view me, and yourself?  Does the sun reveal to you as it reveals to me?

Space

Space

Overclaim

Return to haunt.

That's pull, here's push

That's pull, here's push

Original or layered

Intent-worthy.

Voices float

Voices float
in the head,
Sing to, or
sink by heart-waves.

Bird tale

Bird tale:
Each one
a different story,
Drink from
each cup.

Blyth's Hawk-Eagle

Black-headed Bulbul (j)

Yellow-bellied Prinia (j) 

Black-thighed Falconet

Common Iora

"My Song"

This song of mine will wind its music around you,


my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead


like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and


whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd


it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,


it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead


when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,


and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,


my song will speak in your living heart.

--> Rabindranath Tagore