Only by the form, the pattern,Can words or music reachThe stillness, as a Chinese jar stillMoves perpetually in its stillness.Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,Not that only, but the co-existence,Or say that the end precedes the beginning,And the end and the beginning were always thereBefore the beginning and after the end.And... Continue Reading →
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Not Something Else 