Introspection
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Thirty spokes converge on a single hub, but it is in the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the cart lies.
Clay is molded to make a pot, but it is in the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the clay pot lies.
Cut out doors and windows to make a room, but it is in the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the room lies.
—Tao Te Ching
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Whose woods these are
I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods
fill up with snow
—Robert Frost
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I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments
—Oriah, The Invitation
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No one has heard thought
or listened to a mind
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing
and does bless
Windows look out on mountains
and the walls are kind
—May Sarton
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I would like to linger here in silence.
—Sarah McLachlan
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Poem: Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening