Being rock, being gas, being mist, being Mind,
Being the mesons travelling among the galaxies with the speed of light,
You have come here, my beloved one...
You have manifested yourself as trees, as grass, as butterflies, as single-celled beings, and as chrysanthemums;
but the eyes with which you looked at me this morning tell me you have never died.
~Thich Nhat Hanh
Being the mesons travelling among the galaxies with the speed of light,
You have come here, my beloved one...
You have manifested yourself as trees, as grass, as butterflies, as single-celled beings, and as chrysanthemums;
but the eyes with which you looked at me this morning tell me you have never died.
~Thich Nhat Hanh