Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
God can be realized through all paths. All religions are true. The important thing is to reach the roof. You can reach it by stone stairs or by wooden stairs or by bamboo steps or by a rope. You can also climb up by a bamboo pole.
Personally, the thrill I got out of making House of Bamboo was shooting in Japan, having a major studio budget and enough money and working counter to stereotypes. In terms of style, I wanted the wide screen and the color. I loathe this cliche vision of the underworld. Dark alleys and wet streets. I've done it. Everybody's done it. It becomes fake, and I don't like it.
As for his diet, he's solely consuming his mother's milk, ... We've already been giving him bamboo. It's very cute to watch him. He rehearses all the adult moves. He slouches back and holds the bamboo in his paws. He pulls the leaves through his mouth. He chews on them and he chews on the stalk. But he's not swallowing it. He's not eating it. We expect that milestone to occur sometime about a month from now.
But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.
Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up from sand gravel soil through straw bamboo wood and less tangible elements Power song for the hands Healing song for the senses what can and cannot be perceived of the soul.
The first thing that I remember that made me realize we're in trouble, in the distance I saw something way up in the air and I couldn't figure out what it was but as he came closer on the horse I realized what it was. It was a head. He had it on a bamboo
Bamboo shadows sweep the stairs but no dust is stirred moonlight reaches to the bottom of the pond but no trace is left in the water.
Tens of thousands of people, including women and children, carried stones with bamboo baskets to build the airport, ... People hammered big stones into small pieces and then rammed the stone pieces with large rollers to make the runway solid.
Well, it was just, the bars was all just like the bamboo roofs and everything. You know. As I say, to me, it's completely spoiled all, all these places now. Make them all just tourist traps.
Fat tissue is the bamboo of human tissue. They're in abundance, replenishable and easily acquired.
Bamboo is not a weed, it's a flowering plant. Bamboo is a magnificent plant.
With women, I've got a long bamboo pole with a leather loop on the end. I slip the loop around their necks so they can't get away or come too close. Like catching snakes.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
That's a story about us. We are like a Chinese bamboo tree. The Chinese bamboo tree is going to grow 90 feet, and it's going to grow this year.
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