Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
Thursday, 23 December 2004 
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When you sit near a waterfall, you listen to it, but do you interpret what the waterfall says? It says nothing, yet it speaks. It says much that cannot be said.
What do you do near a waterfall? You listen, you become silent and quiet, you absorb. You allow the waterfall to go deeper and deeper within you. Then everything becomes quiet and silent within. You become a temple—the unknown enters through the waterfall. What do you do when you listen to the songs of the birds, or wind passing through the trees, or dry leaves being blown by the breeze? What do you do? You simply listen.
—Osho, Zen: Its History and Teachings, p. 49
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