Evanescence

 

‍Le corps, aussi impermanent que la brume printanière ; L'esprit, aussi immatériel que le ciel vide ; Les pensées, aussi évanescentes que la brise qui passe : À ces trois choses songe continûment.

‍GODRAKPA (1170-1249)

Thoreau on the Eastern White Pine

 

LIKE GREAT HARPS ON WHICH THE WIND MAKES MUSIC

                                         —Henry David Thoreau, on the Eastern White Pine

Dark ghosts, tall as moonlight.
Shadows without shadows.
Listen. This wind will not last.
Such music will never play again.

The smallness of a man
who enters a forest to destroy a forest;
who believes that to name a tree
is to claim its strength as his own—

across the lake, a city burns. 

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