 Now, She still ripples. She still hums, pulses, quivers. She still sighs, murmurs under the Skies.
We pay attention, and all we hear is urgency. Waters whirl, winds rise, fires rage, irate. The challenges are innumerable, but also infinite are the opportunities. Our grief is daunting, but also heartening is our compassion. We course a cosmic webbing holding awe and horror, wonder and doubt, creation and transition . . . us and all others.
This abysmal relentless weaving is love in all its myriad forms.
We listen whole our Mother Earth’s humming, Her calling, Her heartbeat throbbing, and Her ails. We, as made of soil ourselves, are porous. Enacting love flows—throughout— quenching the cracked soils of hopelessness, helplessness, and isolation.
Breathing in, we return, expanding full gratitude.
Breathing out, we connect, unfolding kindness and care.
It is love who guides grief to meaning, anger to action, despair to transformation, fear to safety. Thus, from love, all injuries heal; they repair, restore . . . and bridges open.
Because our beings—whole—open.
Trust becomes.
Relatives, recall those early steps of unknowing and discovering!
Yes.
Those first steps we walk again right here, right now.
Today, we walk our steps attentive and intentional. Our past brings forth sensible alertness now. Tomorrow is right here— made of us—right now.
Yes.
Bring to heart the time we walked barefoot. When our feet caressed the skin of our Lands, concerned little of thorns and pebbles, seeking first to play and connect.
Relatives, evoke the gentle holding of our Mother Earth, Her caring gaze, and Her smiling.
We smile back because we are indeed listening.
Now, we ripple. We hum, pulse, quiver. We sigh, murmur under the Skies. |
Sangha of Auspicious Companions 
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