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walk with acceptance.
talk with curiosity.
love with compassion.
laugh with joy.
listen with empathy.
feel with presence.


:::


the astronomers and philosophers
faced the night sky.

the common worshipper
faced the rolling clouds.

the painter
faced the blank canvas.

the writer
faced the empty page.

the child---the sandbox.

it is only when we face ambiguity
that we release our state of consciousness
towards freedom
to invite a greater inspiration.


:::


why care for the garden of woe?
for what end do you desire
as you till the soil?
was there ever a fruit
that did not spoil?

why care for the garden of woe?
for what love do you desire
while you tend these seeds?
a famished heart
is the greatest of needs.

    you can continue
    to nurture this woe,
    but love thyself,
    and new seeds will sow.


:::


does the honeybee abruptly drop
onto the petal of the flower?

it settles softly. delicately.

be gentle with yourself and others.


:::


so is that what it feels like?

the infantile sun
touches the face, back, and shoulders
of the dormant flower petal,

and-in-such-a-moment,

unfurls from its slumber with trust
towards the day's unforeseen potential.

is it, that,
as that may be?

is that joy?

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