how the light finds me

You are not too old

and it is not too late

to dive into your

increasing depths

where life calmly

gives out its

own secret.

~Rilke

what is special anyway?

inquiry for today~ how will you enjoy winter life?

and, oh, winter

I was no longer needing to be special,

because I was no longer so caught up

in my puny separateness

that had to keep proving

I was something.

I was part of the universe,

like a tree is, or like grass is,

or like water is.

~Ram Dass

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