Sitting here with head exploding due to the impending doom, we can curl up in a ball but the evil will still loom. I feel it in my head, in my nerves. The unrest of the nation, it's right here, under my flesh. I can't rest. I am an animal on which something is running a test. I wonder if I am a control; is there anything to control? I know we are all whole. I am ever grateful that today we get to take our first steps as a family walking into a new life. The whole damn world might be laden with fear, anger, and delusion but I am blessed to see through the illusion. I see to the divine synchronicity crossing the borders of body and geography. I am glad my ears can hear the symphony. The symphony of messages transmitted through all mediums. I promise I will shift the idioms.
Hold on to nothing. There is nothing of which to let go.
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As a poet Beth F strives to honor her humanity and Buddha Nature with equanimity and grace. Her aspiration is that her poetic works remind her readers that they are not alone in this human experience and that the divine is...
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