All that is gold does not glitter,

not all those who wander are lost;

the old that is strong does not wither,

deep roots are not reached by the frost.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

when separateness steals the heart…

inquiry for today~ how do you kiss and make up with your soul?

many paths

I was no longer needing to be special,

because I was no longer so caught in my 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. Like storms, like roses.

I was just part of it all.

~Ram Dass