Pain swims away

To friend is not to be boon only. Death comes. Friction lasts. Pain swims away to surface again in the midst of play. Many are friendship’s endings, many its beginnings—if it were otherwise, the world would have told you—its forests and streams and skies. Transforming is its watchword. Transforming will not always please us. We will need separation. We will need ennui. We will need to allow us our needs. We will need, finally, to get up and move. Some talk needs a walk. Ask Rumi.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on March 26th, 2024 | No Comments »

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