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To say farewell und auf ein Wiedersehen

She has been watching over me

all this time

She has been protecting me

all this time

She gave her love and would not rest and let go

It is time to rest and this is painfully so

To say goodbye is never easy

to say it finally is a big Thank You

Thank You for being here

Thank You for loving us

Thank You for not letting go

She knew more than she would say

She carried all and did not give way

She let us fly and rested still

She gave us all and gave her fill

Thank you dear mother

Thank you dear sister

Thank you dear friend

We are well and still alive

You can let go and do not worry

It is all as it should be

It is all good and lovely

You did your most and

You can rest

We sing a song because this

is all we can do

to honour your love and your friendship

We sing a song and celebrate

your life and love

We sing a song because it is time to let go

The song is you and the song is me

There it is and all there will be

Love and love and a happy Good Bye

on the third day of the new year ~ blessings from above

#my picture #chinese new year #february 2026

the second day of the new year ~ good fortune all the way ~~~

#my picture #chinese new year #february 2026

Happy Horsing 😎

#year of the horse #february 2026

Hello 2026 ! Nice to meet you !

#Happy 2026

errantabbot

On a Full Life

To live a full life is to live with a fully broken heart.

It’s to touch despair- to wade fully in its waters, and to wander aware of the cracks, fragments, and shards of how things “could have,” “should have,” or “would have been.”

A full life is one marked by unknowing, touched by the fear and trepidation that accompanies the aware approach of the end of one’s certainties.

It’s to have abandoned hope on the basis of its ever errant assurances, and to have adopted trust in Its wake- not in anything in particular, but in the general way that things tend to persist, if not in unexpected ways.

Life in its fullness is full of all of these things. No doubt. And still, there’s more.

Beyond the fleeting pleasures and fancies of things (on occasion) seeming to go our way, there’s the joy of surrender, there’s the wonder of not needing to know or to understand, and there’s the peace of finding that all things fit, beyond our limited conceptions of how we tend to think they must.

In reality’s face there’s light that warms and that burns, there’s shadows that darken and that shield, there’s winds that soothe and that howl, there’s waves that can be ridden and that can consume.

There’s birth and there’s death. There’s individuality, it’s truer iteration in a singular essence particular to all things indiscriminately, and an end to it needing to be one way or another. There’s being and nonbeing, duty and abandon, and all of it in plentiful measure.

The trick, if there is one, is just showing up.

To belly laughs and to sobbing tears, to the warmth of loving embrace and to the longing of lonely bones, to the transcendence of good food shared in beloved company and to the aches of meager sustenance. To beginnings and to endings- insofar as such things can clearly differentiated.

It must be understood that yin never truly outpaces yang, nor vice versa. And therefore, whatever it may or may not be- just showing up is the way.

+JRP

quietlotus

“There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty, silently to crown the earth. And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds, through trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest.”

— Rabindranath Tagore