Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Merry Little Breezes Rake Leaves

The Merry Little Breezes were raking leaves yesterday--back and forth, back and forth across the lawn. Oh, how i wanted to clean up this flowerbed or that, but the old, tan beech leaves blew in and blew across. Raking was useless.

We rake memories over in our mind. Useless. We rake our grudges back and forth, forth and back, across our minds. Useless. We rake our worries through our minds. Useless.

Sit and wait till the wind dies down. Sit and wait till the Merry Little Breezes go to bed. Notice the calm mind. Useful.

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