Just less movement, perhaps less violence, a little space opening up
Between the Thoughts, Feelings, And Ideas. I write of compassion
Or the gentle softness natural to the human heart.
Overlooked in a rush to judge, protect and criticize.
There is a beautiful clear seeing that
Is graceful and poignant, So we realize, if we are honest with ourselves that
We really have no choice what is revealed
Sometimes in the midst of grief and sorrow there is joy and freedom
We are deeply challenged to surrender our ideas of what is happening
Who we are, and what is true, when for a moment, day or hour, we
Can just be OK in whatever is happening and participate in the beauty of the world amidst the suffering, there is such quiet beauty, grace and joy.
In gratitude we naturally share that
With you, everyone, everything.
a different
morning offering
wcw
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