Let go of this longing for the constant Harvest
and know that you 'are' the gift
that brims over
like a waterfall.
The fall that is fed by the Maha Shanti River,
and spills over as separate drops
that are the Same Pearl.
Falling slowly...
while always returning,
returning.... to the...
Ever
On..
Going-
Poetry and observations that arrive from daily practice.
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