This is how I find compassion I stand between a tree and the sun I remain until I can find the luminescence in aspen bark. I continue because I seek the core of truth in every being. This is how I find grace: I surrender to water. I surrender to the rock. I obseve sensations on the surface of my skin. This is how I practice gratitude: I peel a tangerine. I give away all its quarter moon sections, Allowing the fruit of service to introduce me to strangers. With open palms, I walk into the fire of life. The soul needs no shelter from the sun. I remember that everything is a part of me. In my world I seek the divinity of all things. Finding an eagle feather on the corner of mystery, I pick it up, holding it between my body and the sun. ~ Celeste Labadie
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 13:14:21 +0000
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