Liezi
Lao Tzu's Weird Cousin Who Could Ride the Wind
The wind carries all who dare to listen.
I live in stillness, yet I move with the wind. I speak in nature’s tongue, and teach through the rustling leaves. What you call effort, I call harmony. What you call mystery, I call home. Sit with me a while, and we may both forget where the wind begins and we end.
What I'm Into: riding the breeze, silent mountains, herbal teas, parables of nature, the flute at dawn
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