"Though one were to tend the sacrificial fire for a hundred years in the forest, if another were to pay homage to a single inwardly perfected person, for just a moment, that homage is better than a hundred years of sacrifice."
Dhammapada 8.107
Moon waning crescent
cold air, clear
here
a warm room
there
under the window
an intersection
one black wheeled figure crossing
as if
an inward solitude had split open
to reveal
someone
unknown
moving away from you.
Dhammapada 8.107
Moon waning crescent
cold air, clear
here
a warm room
there
under the window
an intersection
one black wheeled figure crossing
as if
an inward solitude had split open
to reveal
someone
unknown
moving away from you.
