When God said, "My hands are yours,"
I saw that I could heal any
creature in this world;
I saw that the divine beauty in each heart
is the root of all time
and space.
I was once a sleeping ocean
and in a dream became
jealous of a
pond.
A penny can be eyed in the street
and a war can break out
over it amongst
the poor.
Until we know that God lives in us
and we can see Him
there,
a great poverty
we suffer.
I have been given this existence, these years on this Earth, to accept what has come into my lifetime — wars, loves, trucks, betrayals,...
Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why...
Do not force the healing, my love. Healing is always unforced. It happens when the conditions are right. When there is just enough love,...
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