Tears of Shiva shed into rivers. Cherry blossoms fell. The goddess of the confluence admired them for a time
before she released them. The tears scoured suffering. The petals added beauty. The river flows on.
I watch where streams of consciousness flow into one another and write what I see.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Patience is power; with time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown.- Chinese Proverb