Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.
I feel what you feel,
Hear your cries.
Prayers have been lifted,
Answered in due timing.
Give thanks for each new day,
Blessing Mother with each step.
Step with grace,
Step with care.
Do nothing,
Or light the world on fire.
Ebb and flow,
From West to East and East to West.
Climbing the highest of mountains,
Resting in a peaceful cave.
Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.-Ani Po
Constant pruning of our own tree of life.~Ani Po
Deep within our souls there is a yearning for peace. We seek and we find. On the material level we fall short of true peace within, for it lasts merely a second or so. Going deeper, needing less and less of the material world, plucking and pruning that which is no longer useful in our quest for happiness.
Grab some shears, yard waste bag…maybe it is time for clearing of our space. Is it a friendship that has come to an end, a situation revealing untruths, or merely our own fear challenged to move forward?
Stepping into the Canvas with shears and pruning gloves in hand. As we pluck and prune the tree of life, we begin appreciating not only the tree, but the ground it rests upon, the others whom come to sit with it and the breath of fresh new air.
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