When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see
the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers
to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are
really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when,
like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet
pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening,
the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness
and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these
provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.
Thomas Merton
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