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.
A wonderful story of true honesty. I'm sure these wonderful people sleep with a clear conscience even if they may worry about becoming a midnight snack. You find the best in the people you visit. Thanks for a vicarious visit to another part of our beautiful world.
I saw on the news a story about two women who died in Nepal in a plane wreck. I had mixed feelings when I learned you were not involved but that two families lost their mother.
That piece of honesty and poverty is wonderful. You didn't need photos!
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful photos. We never see this anywhere else.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful story of true honesty. I'm sure these wonderful people sleep with a clear conscience even if they may worry about becoming a midnight snack. You find the best in the people you visit. Thanks for a vicarious visit to another part of our beautiful world.
ReplyDeleteI saw on the news a story about two women who died in Nepal in a plane wreck. I had mixed feelings when I learned you were not involved but that two families lost their mother.
It just goes to prove that honor is something you have or you don't - and money can't buy it!
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