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Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the Mother
We are Her children.
She shines inside us, visible-invisible, as we trust
Or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.
The bud
Stands for all things,
Even for those things that don't flower,
For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing,
Though sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness,
To put a hand on the brow of the flower,
And retell it in words and in touch,
It is lovely
Until it flowers again, from within, of self-blessing.
- Galway Kinnel
Yoga Community
