Date-flowers fall in showers on my hooded head.
At both ends of the village wheels are spinning thread.
A straw-cloaked man sells cucumber beneath a willow tree.Wine-drowsy when the road is long, I yawn for bed.
Throat parched when sun is high, I long for tea.
I'll knock on this door. What have they for me?
Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty
The Ultimate Principle of Reality - All that has a form is illusive and unreal.
The belief you have a terminal illness can actually cause you to die, and negative thinking is much more common in our current world.
Confucius' Journey of Cultivation
