The Wealth of Heaven Shines in Rain How to own a waterfall? Abundance, do not make a coin from it. The water wheel is less generous than the water The market of fate hurries away when the rain falls May fate be the rain, may it not be the market Rain spilling like a young mother's milk We, her babies, sap her bones... but who? We don't know who we are, we only see something and our hearts-blood moves: A babe at the breast, warm loving gratitude Where is the universe except here? Where is knowing and not knowing without this? Careful with the question "who?" This question belongs to the Owner of the Night in trees quivering in the night wind, you may find Night's messenger. The owl will only mirror your question. It is this emptying that creates fullness Emptying and filling one vessel at the same time, a mystery of our hearts As we yearn for a generous world, For our hearts of stone to grow moss, an endless sprouting, invincible, We as a multitude must spill wine for the gods.
03 Saturday Dec 2022
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