Our very essence is not different from that of the sky or the earth or the ants.
All is woven together by a song that is unsung yet.
Like wings, we open and close, we stumble and fall down and then we rise
That is not all all we are. We are the field where falling and rising occurs, where dream and awakening arise.
The way we open our entire self
and pour light into the world
the way we receive love
and transmit a golden beam of light;
makes all wings expand and touch each other in gratitude.
The mountain bows to touch the valley, the forest drinks light from the sun
In this touching love awakens again and again in all beings.
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