A meditation on learning to submit to things greater than us.
Striving for joy is an endless striving. Lamenting for peace brings endless lament. Grasping for love becomes endless grasping. So, the tragedy of life finds no end. Who can escape …
A short poem of the Way.
wind chimes in the soul our own laughter echoes there soul chimes in the wind.
What remains to enrich the soul, when all these good things come to pass…?
And calm against the cries of war, the higher way surpasses all. The good warfare is not a fight! For the aim of our charge is love.