“Perhaps we just need little reminders from
time to time that we are already dignified, deserving, worthy. Sometimes we
don't feel that way because of the wounds and the scars we carry from the past
or because of the uncertainty of the future. It is doubtful that we came to
feel undeserving on our own. We were helped to feel unworthy. We were taught it
in a thousand ways when we were little, and we learned our lessons well.” ― Jon
Kabat-Zinn, Physician/Author
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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