One and the Same
...like night and day.
Whatever I offer this world is returned to me this morning in resounding claps of thunder and bursts of fiery lightning right outside my window. I welcome the wind. I bless the rain. Water eventually comes to those who are thirsty. It’s from stillness the wind begins to blow, and then back into stillness where the wind goes to rest. The wet and the dry, the quiet and the loud, the strong and the weak, the painful and pleasurable, are all from the same source.
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