The Nothing of Roselight
Death comes, and what we thought
we needed loses importance.
The living shiver, focused
on a muscular dark hand,
rather than the glowing cup it holds
or the toast being proposed.
In that same way love enters
your life, and the I, the ego,
a corrupt, self-absorbed king,
dies during the night.
Let him go.
Breathe cold new air,
the nothing of roselight.
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La Nada de la Luz Rosada
Llega la muerte y lo que pensábamos que era necesario pierde importancia.
Los vivos se estremecen, atentos a una mano oscura musculosa, en vez de mirar la copa brillante que sostiene o escuchar el brindis.
De esa misma manera el amor entra a tu vida, y el Yo, el ego, un rey corrupto y egoísta, muere durante la noche.
Déjalo ir.
Respira aire frío y fresco,
la nada de la luz rosada al amanecer.
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“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” ― Alphonse Karr
“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Comentario: “Cuando damos con alegría y aceptamos con gratitud, todos son bendecidos.” ― Maya Angelou
“Algunas personas se quejan porque la rosas tienen espinas; yo agradezco que la espinas tengan rosas.” ― Alphonse Karr
“Piglet se dio cuenta que aunque tenía un corazón muy pequeño, podía contener una gran cantidad de agradecimiento” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I am thinking this morning about being friends with reality. If, as I believe, there is a unity that encompass reality and is the source of all then all of reality is a mask for this unity. The challenge then becomes remembering that all I encounter is a mask of God. Being adverse to reality is the source of suffering. Embracing all of reality, with the realization that I to am a manifestation of the oneness with the opportunity to dance with reality's flow, what can I do but dance?
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