A Courage Beyond the Blossom’s Edge.

A Courage Beyond the Blossom’s Edge.

There’s a winter sky looming over the horizon this morning, and in spite of the forsythia’s flourished protest.

The will is just as pressing, my loves – holding true in spite of the storm. It finds its strength through the most delicate of means; a courage beyond the blossom’s edge.

That which is fleeting attracts our notice; that which is lost gathers our wisdom. And these moments unfold like giant wings, encompassing all that stands worthy.

“Be,” shares Rilke. “And, at the same time, know what it is not to be. The emptiness inside you allows you to vibrate in full resonance with your world. Use it for once.”

To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable
numbers of beings abounding in Nature, add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost.

To each this day begins, absent yet its qualification. And we, ourselves, stand as gracious witness.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

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