Hope is a THING with feathers
That perches in the SOUL
And SINGS the tune
Without the WORDS
And never stops at all
Emily Dickenson1862
Thoughts…
You have heard of the knowledge that knows,
But have you never heard of the knowledge that does not know.
Look into the closed room the empty chamber where brightness is born!
Fortune and Blessing gather where there is Stillness
--Zhuangzi