As the monk settles in for the night by the sea, he recalls this haiku by Basho:
A harvest moon,
and creeping up to my gate,
the rising tide.
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A sage endeavoured to run around an island. After each day he wrote of the thoughts,prayers and meditations that came to him along the way.
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- Brother Dave
- I believe in the simplicity of life and living,that having things and money can never bring true happiness.Our lives and bodies are a gift from God to be used to serve Him in a variety of ways. Live life vigorously.
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