May we not lose courage, may we open the flower of our own nature. If we go or if we stay, may we find the Middle Way.
May we overcome contradiction without trying to resolve it. May we feel what we’re feeling without needing to dissolve it.
Everything I thought I knew is just a stroke of brilliant blue, baptized by the earth and clouds. Sparkle in my blind eye flatters, sightless seeing all that matters. Every moment amazes once you’ve learned to sing the praises.
Wood and water, stone and leaf, time’s a terribly quiet thief. World turning, changing me, all that I will ever be is sea and stars, primordial soup, tattoos and scars, then bones, bare bones, among the sleeping broken stones.
May we trust in gratitude, learn compassion, seek forgiveness.