Our breakfast dharma.
The breakfast plate of the sunrise
is filled with lovely fruit, fresh and perfect.
When the sun clears that treetop
we will pour the coffee and eat.
This gives a few precious moments to sit in silence.
We count our breaths, one breath at a time.
Our chests rise and fall. All of life in one moment,
and the moment is so very fine.
The breakfast plate of the sunrise
is filled with lovely fruit, fresh and perfect.
When the sun clears that treetop
we will pour the coffee and eat.
James Lee Jobe
Every drop in the ocean counts.
Yoko Ono
I might yet just fly away free.
I am trying now to grow the wings that I need so that I might fly away free.
I am asking now for the sky to open up like the cover of a treasured book, page by beautiful page, so that I might fly away free.
I am whispering now all the secrets of this lifetime, all the secrets that a man might carry, letting them go so that I might fly away free.
I am releasing now the incredible, crushing weight of all these many yesterdays and tomorrows, years and decades, dropping them to the ground, so that I might fly away free.
I am loving all of the ones who have reached out to me in kindness and love and joy, everyone who held me and helped me, I am reaching out to them so that I might fly away free.
I am loving now all of the ones who left me behind and forgot me, who turned their backs, I am letting it all go so that I might fly away free.
I am loving now all thoughts of mercy, all thoughts of forgiveness, so that I might fly away free.
I am loving now all of those who live without mercy, either giving or receiving it, so that I might fly away free.
My friend, if I can tap into the wealth of kindness I have in my heart, if I can open that tap and let the kindness pour, I might fly away free.
james lee jobe
Rabbi Abraham Heschel
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Thanks, James
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