I feel this

Like a bird singing in the rain,

let grateful memories survive

in times of sorrow.

~Robert Louis Stevenson

care to walk with freedom of heart today?

inquiry for today~ these miracles of living….

from the days of reprieve

Breathing in,

I have become space

without boundaries.

I have no plans left.

I have no luggage.

Breathing out, I am the moon

that is sailing through the sky of utmost emptiness.

I am freedom.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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