Some fill with each good rain.....Hafiz
The original mailing appeared have a faulty link and could not be opened…my apologies and here is that same poem….enjoy
May God be a quiet flame in your heart,
No is a complete sentence.
There comes a moment in grief when the pain has nowhere left to go. Not because it has been resolved, or explained, or made acceptable—but because it has reached the outermost edge of what the self can bear. It has spent itself. It has searched every corridor of memory,
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.