At last! Blue sky on the horizon, Or is it another approaching storm? It’s getting harder and harder to tell. Is that snow drifting, Or cherry blossoms carried In the wind of life’s passing? And who really knows if it’s winter, Spring, summer or fall? All substance seems forever lost In these short notes seldom written; And once more, out of touch, Lost in, or out of time, This reflection takes a deep breath And gathers the strength to continue Its purgatorial existence As merely a shadow of itself.[audio src="https://staging.sunrisetortoise.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Greetings.mp3"]
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In glimpses of light at tunnels end We gain the strength to persevere Our night’s desolate darkness And ebb the flooding tide of fear. The depths of despair we transcend With newly acquired eyes for sight And become immersed in the beam Of all expanding awareness To wake us from the nightmarish dream. Oneness grows, melting wrong or right, Differences can no longer rend Any choice between black and white In the glow of everlasting light. (more…)
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