Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky. — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“The people make light of dying because of the greatness of their labours in seeking for the means of living.” — Lao Tzu Copy Share Image
