At times, it is inactive.

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At times, it is inactive. But when active, every aperture resounds to the blast. Have you never listened to its growing roar? Caves and dells of hill and forest, hollows in huge trees of many a span in girth;—these are like nostrils, like mouths, like ears, like beam-sockets, like goblets, like mortars, like ditches, like bogs. And the wind goes rushing through them, sniffing, snoring, singing, soughing, puffing, purling, whistling, whirring, now shrilly treble, now deeply bass, now soft, now loud; until, with a lull, silence reigns supreme. Have you never witnessed among the trees such a disturbance as this?

Source Chuang Tzu, chapter 2, §1 · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Chuang Tzu, the wind has no voice of its own: it is the mountains, the trees and the hollows of the rocks that sing when it passes through them, each in its own way. Today, truly listen to the voices around you and welcome each one's own note, soft or strong, as part of the same music.

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