“How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious.” In Passing, by Lisel Mueller
Life is both ephemeral and eternal,
Tiny and infinite,
nothing and everything.Stop and be still.
Let the mind turn inwards to the center.
Listen to the silence.
Feel deeply.
Beneath all the noise and the fear and the drama,
There is only love and light
And a deep, immovable peace.
Bankei (1622-1693)
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