One day Fa-yen was about to deliver a discourse to the monks. But, after he ascended the platform, he heard the twittering of a swallow outside the assembly hall. "What a profound discourse on Reality, and a clear exposition of the Dharma!" he said. Whereupon he descended from the platform and left the hall.
~Zen Story~
Sometimes, on a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumacs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house…I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been.
~Henry David Thoreau
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