“If you have
twelve crayons in your box, use your creativity and resourcefulness to make the
best picture you can with these. Don’t spend your time worrying that someone
else has forty-eight or sixty-four crayons. As you are, you are basically
adequate to life.” ~ Laurence G. Boldt, ZEN
and the Art of Making a Life
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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