New ideas need audiences like flowers need bees. No matter how bright and colorful, they will die unless others work to spread them
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New ideas need audiences like flowers need bees. No matter how bright and colorful, they will die unless others work to spread them
The principle of martial arts is not a thing that can be learned, like a science, by fact-finding and instruction in facts. It has to grow spontaneously, like a flower, in a mind free from emotions and desires.
If you set out to meditate, it will not be meditation. If you set out to be good, goodness will never flower.
No Scripture is exhausted by a single explanation. _x000D_ The flowers of God's garden bloom not only double, _x000D_ but sevenfold; _x000D_ they are continually pouring forth fresh fragrance.
The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep # trust .
For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.
What is the Heart? A flower opening.
The Gita is like a bouquet composed of the beautiful flowers of spiritual truths collected from the Upanishads.
Flowers are the earth laughing.
Every soul is to be cherished, every flower is to bloom.
Trees do not force their sap, nor does the flower push its bloom.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. _x000D_ As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I'm the Earth. I won't give up until the Earth gives up.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
Surgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.
Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.
There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.
But the golden-rod is one of the fairy, magical flowers; it grows not up to seek human love amid the light of day, but to mark to the discerning what wealth lies hid in the secret caves of earth.
Around us, life bursts with miracles, a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops.
Another day it occurred to me that time as we know it doesn't exist in a lawn, since grass never dies or is allowed to flower and set seed. Lawns are nature purged of sex or death. No wonder Americans like them so much.
We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.
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