every step carries me deeper into impermanence

swirling and whirling in the cloud of unknowing

where things come and go in the rhythm of waves

and when the tide ebbs and darkness rolls in,

re-member, the tide will rise and bring spring back again…

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looking in the mirror today, a child appears who, in this moment, has lost his way… sitting silently with him in the center of the wheel, i feel his pain… it is, oh, so real… do not run or fall asleep… in this moment, there’s a promise to keep – be present in the confusion and profound emptiness, sherpa for grieving child in this dark night of stillness, compassionate witness to his heart of stone, water flowing over him softens the tone, impeded stream begins to sing as the bells of our one heart resonantly ring…

namaste