Watching fog descend, White misty plain sweet moisture With palms up, hands cold Gassho sat/lah
Let me offer two that reflect ongoing struggles: To extend compassion to all people, through racism seems endless. To celebrate
Thank you all so much for coming. I am sorry my body ran out of gas for the ancestor recitation. Here is the story I was talking about with
To always try, though nothing ever seems to change.
[QUOTE]Would you think up, and post below, some additional verses like these, to reflect your own difficulties or the battles of friends and loved ones
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Watching fog descend,
Tai Shi Today, 06:47 PMWhite misty plain sweet moisture
With palms up, hands cold
Gassho
sat/lah