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THIS ONE

This one, she is dying,
and she is very afraid
in letting go of all she is and all
she could ever become.

Would you reject her now, in her last breaths?
Would you not listen to her words,
and cherish her final kiss?

Be with her, as she withers,
because she is dying now,
to give you life
and forever you will know her
in the heart
as a sacred inscription of sense
and human flowering. See More

 

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The passion to serve the 'other' in the relief of suffering through processes of awakening is born out of the simple truth that it makes me feel better. Your welfare is my welfare. We never were divided. The love we share is the love we experience. So it is with peace.

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