Grace (Poem by Alfred K. LaMotte)
What is Grace but falling into the infinite, returning through this breath to the unspeakable radiance of the heart…
What is Grace but falling into the infinite, returning through this breath to the unspeakable radiance of the heart…
Is happiness found through concentrated effort and lazar sharp endeavor?
Nestle on in, cozy and unconfined, without a burden in sight.
I’m not here to muddle through, one tedious chore at a time…
…in this time when swallows wheel and all is green and I’m a wild and summer thing.
When something challenging is going on, remember to always reframe it for joy.
Fabulous spring, with peonies grown by by husband.
No matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger…
Does every expression have a private identity of its own?
…in an endlessly shiny ring of supply meeting demand and demand meeting supply.
Spring flowers joyously break their vow of silence…