and small touches…
for it is in these most simple and
real of moments that we evolve…
a word spoken in kindness….
a meal shared, an hour or two
of listening…
a choice made from selfless compassion…
these are the moments of eternity,
the trace of our living that remains…
and the steps to the temple,
of understanding, and freedom.
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god didnt have hands…
to do the work,to extend to those in need.god didnt have a heart…so she gave you yours,to feel their suffering,their needs, their hurts.god didnt have feet…so she gave you yours.to walk the path of truthto the very end.god didnt have a soul…so she gave you yours,tied to the soulsof all that live!whether you are Christian,Buddhist,…
may every breath i breathe,
of the many…may every step i take,be on the path of truth.may my eyes see myselfin all living beings,may my heart do the workthat compassion demands.may i feel every tear,every hurt, every need.may i touch with sacred hands.may my body be a bridge,and my spirit healing ointment.may my words fall like rainon the desert of…
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we rage…
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some people, a very few,
allowing them tocontinually be born…bearing the seeds of revolution,far before they know the sound.becoming ever more conscious,light revealed before thought dark.to find that age and time,bring forth the child again.and the more time passes,the more the need to be simple.returning to the land,made of original dust!