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January 2, 2015


I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?

- Meng Haoran

One thing follows another; that is the way of the Dao. Good follows bad which follows good that follows bad. The darkest dawn gives way to the morning light. The brightest day recedes to the gathering twilight. When we are gone, the Dao will linger. Stars will shine, rivers will flow, petals will fall.