August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
I have always preferred poetry where the fingerprints show. A poetry of loam, where water can sing. A poetry of bread, where everyone may eat.
Don’t use Buddhism to become a Buddhist. Use Buddhism to become better at whatever else in your life you are doing already.
Irrigators contain the flowing waters. Arrowsmiths fashion arrows. Carpenters shape wood to their design. Wise men mold their character.