A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.
Live with the beetle, and the wind.
nothing feels separate here….
inquiry for today~ it’s ok to sift through layers of truth….
Each time you see through the separate self, even a little,
some dissatisfaction disappears.
Realizing our mortality points the way to our immortality…
I’m currently enrolled in a year long course- A Year to Live- based on Stephen’s Levine book…Wow! thanks g.f.s…