Joy that the process continues. Last year I sat with my dying friend. In those bitter-sweet spring days when there were daffodils in her room and stray shafts of February sun slanted through her windows, we touched peace. It doesn t matter. Touching the earth and of the earth.
Life passes through and on.
Quan Yin on the tide of the sea, riding the waves of sorrow with peace and compassion. In your moon shone aspect, waxing and waning with the cycles of life. The flow of kindness unceasingly falling on the hungry earth. And within my body the waxing and waning of change. The constant flow of life.