Wild Flowers

From the mailbox this Sunday morning: Yang's struggle to find words for The Great Way of the Watercourse yields only approximations: a true entrusting, inconceivable, inexplicable, ineffable. The Watercourse flows through a pathless land providing entries into the ocean of limitless light, experienced as unbounded compassion, a unifying unconditional Love for everyone and everything. Such an experience offers brief opportunities for the ego to become clear of the need to possess and the desire to control the world through the intellect. Our awareness brief, deepened we return to the struggle. Meanwhile, wild flowers bloom at the roadside.

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