Spring And Autumn
”[…] if a man does good, let him do it repeatedly. Let him put his heart into it, for the accumulation of good brings blessings.” - Buddha
"Come to your senses for awhile, O brother; each moment you are full of spring and autumn." - Rumi
"Weeping may remain for a night but rejoicing comes in the morning." - Psalm
Growth and decay.
Arise and fall away.
Flower petals and autumn leaves.
The world filled with many-colored deaths and rebirths.
Father, teach me to love in all seasons and transitions.
Continue to be the fortress for my soul.
I love You,
A Dressing For Our Souls
"First one must establish one’s own high moral principles, then preach to others. It is very difficult to restrain oneself." - Buddha
"Retell it so the story will be healing, retell it as a dressing for our souls." - Rumi
"… since you have taken off your old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its creator." - The Apostle Paul
The sun warms and the wind is still.
A moment of heat long enough to remove my jacket and enjoy the sun.
The wind picks up again quickly stripping the gathered heat.
The world is in a state of dynamic balance.
Always seeking stasis. Always disrupting stasis.
Sound is how we perceive turbulence in the air.
We hear nothing at an equal balance point.
The more out of balance, the louder the sound.
Our lives are also greatly amplified by imbalance.
A kite dancing in the wind absently held by a child’s hands.
Its quality of life and usefulness tightly wound within the string
tethering it to the earth.
Does the kite realize its true source of freedom
is held within the tensile strength of cotton threads?
A kite’s life ends when the string snaps.
The Morae are expert seamstresses.
Weaving the tapestries of history.
Father, tie me tightly to Your lamb’s arm.
Let Your spirit howl through me and lift me closer to You.
Help me to fulfill Your will in my life.
I love You.