THE MORNING POEM
THE MORNING POEM
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“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along…” — Rumi
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along…” — Rumi
In troubled times, this gentle meditation offers a place to rest without fixing or forcing. It invites you to meet fear, grief, or numbness with quiet permission, to remember a steady light within that does not argue with the dark—only remains.
Love and Presence
A simple remembering: you are love, no matter what.
Al-Anon and Beyond