Our suffering arises when we stand apart from our experience, labeling as adversity, clutching at aftermaths, opposing the organic flow of our life’s evolution.
Nothing to overcome.
Nothing to resist.
Only my perfect expression
of being and becoming.
I am the dream of the ocean,
The memory of the mountain,
The promise of the dawn.
Let them say I was fierce,
Let them say I was gentle—
Let them say I was both.
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