Sunday morning, before the world
Even this self-imposed silence rings
A thought let go finding its way to music
Leaves falling through leaves standing on stem
Breath of bells before the world was listening
Even this self-imposed silence rings
A thought let go finding its way to music
Leaves falling through leaves standing on stem
Breath of bells before the world was listening
Even in the midst of daily energized, turbulent, focused, exhausting efforts of the Durham County, NC campaign office, where I have been for 3 months now, this sentiment speaks to the true inner state of relaxing into empty patience, taking the time to breath, being present, stabilizing in grace to meet whatever comes. Thanks.
Thanks, Gary. You got it.
‘Breath of bells’ — perfect.
Thanks–