A Thousand Hosts
Today
steadfastly
we tie bright ribbons to our hearts
so hope can find a way.
We scatter folded cranes of peace
each crease hard won.
We are not heedless of the tremors of the world,
not unafraid.
not free of anger
But we are a thousand, thousand hosts;
compassion on the lintel
The neighbour
may go freely through our doors.
Whatever happens
Light has touched the frost-tipped fields today.
We are at home.
Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish
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Beautiful.
And today, there is still beauty despite our fears.
It seems a good day for your spiritual practice of ‘seeing’ through your camera.
I wonder what an image of today would look like.
Most beautiful ~ true grace
Thank you Ara. We will need strong and gentle words today as we continue in the wash of a very different rhetoric.
a mantra – so hope can find a way. Thanks!
And still hope, even when it’s hard and seeming foolish to tie those ribbons. A small audacity.