When there’s someone that you miss,
Just try to remember this:
The aching comes from love
For the one you’re thinking of.
The pain is born of former joy
No grief or sadness can destroy.
Every bit of darkest night
Is born from brightest, warmest light.
And just as stumbling helps us learn,
So from this darkness you’ll return.
Roaring waterfalls
Begin and end with quiet.
So should actions be.
Everything returns
To that which in us yearns
For us to come alive,
To flow and love and thrive.
We all go back one day
And return some other way.
So fear not death’s embrace,
Present a smiling face,
Let’s live our days
With gentle ways
Clinging to the Way of grace.
Lightning fades quickly.
Thunder booms intrusively.
Rain falls, seeps, remains.
For every valley, deep and dark,
A flame of glee begins to spark.
When we cry out from mountain tops,
A time will come when feasting stops.
Do not ask “why” of suffering;
Don’t to despair or brightness cling.
Shadows fall and light will rise.
It’s all laid out before your eyes.
Life is not life without its seasons,
And darkness has no deeper reasons
Than to balance out the light.
So keep the longer view in sight.
What now is will soon be past.
Embrace the moment while it lasts.
Water rises, then it falls.
Sometimes, it races, then it crawls.
Yet on it flows, e’er giving life,
Absent woes with which we’re rife.
How much simpler would it be
To live such equanimity.
Enlightenment comes
When one sees the world, their life,
And needs nothing more.
We need not be named,
Defined, or categorized.
We need only “be.”
