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RE: Fellowship of Self-Realization
Poems:
Flowers wither
and loose there color
much as I reflect in vain
time lost to the long rain.
To meet never more
tears of sorrow overflow deep within my heart
what good this potion of life
all is but dust in the wind
Flowers are like the days in life. Days come and go. 'Old' ones pass away, 'new' ones arrive. Like flowers, our physical bodies may become dust, yet we are life beyond the body alive.
Although we may be here today and gone tomorrow, we have the power to decide our perspective. We can choose to live in sorrow or pain of what is yet to come. Or we can appreciate the beauty and blessings in that flower or that day; living with purpose reflective.
[Sorrow and Pain] or [Joy with Purpose] are both learning experiences valid. That choice is y(ours) to be. We are the authors of our story and ballad.