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It Was the Kind of Day
It was the kind of
Day when celestials sported
In the sunlit clouds.
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Hope Springs Eternal
Uma and Sully know that if they keep coming to their food bowl at some point it will be full. So too, I am firm in my belief that if I keep coming to my mat and my meditation cushion, I will experience the fullness of being, even though I do not experience it every time I show up. Without showing up, though, I would never get to sip the exquisite nectar of consciousness.
Red rose and bindweed.
I’ve been walking past this rose for years. It is on the most direct route to the office. This is the first year the bindweed has taken over the rose. I imagine that there could be any number of reasons why this would be allowed or could have happened.
Sidewalk Writing Around Town
This would make more sense to me without the pronouns (and specific theism), but otherwise it has some resonance.
