The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My tow oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude- complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get mad, but as soon as I remind myself to put my oars in the water, I forgive.
I serve. I do the dance I must. I plant trees, but I am not the doer of this work. i am the facilitator, the instrument- I am the one part of the symphony. I know there is an overall scheme to this symphony that I cannot understand. In some way, we are each playing our own part. It is not for me to judge or criticize the life or work of another. All I know is that this is my dance. I would plant trees today even if I knew for certain that the world would end tomorrow. ~Balbir Mathur
when the last time comes around, we suddenly remember all the things we left behind…..
inquiry for today~ so the next time the last time comes around, remember Surrender…..it comes again…..and feels like the last……again……
This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight. ~Rumi