What a strange thing
The way everything we touch
Turns into memories.
My heart ached through the night
For the laughters that echo through the chamber of time
The imprints we leave
Lifted by the wind
Faces shuttered by the shadows
Places we raced past
Places we are forced to go
Only to look back and wonder
Why, I wish I has taken my time to see better.
All the ways people come and go
We all die
And only because we are meant to come
As spirit
And go
As spirit.
But the things we leave behind
Rooms and houses of the things
We leave behind
Words and actions we leave behind
In the blood that runs through the living
In the memories
Of the living.
All streams must flow towards the ocean
All ceremonies must come to an end.
Wished for, longed for
The return home is simply this
Like petals in the wind
We dance
Rise and fall
We kiss
And let go
We love
And become
Love.
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Thankful for my family.
Thankful for my lineage.
Thankful for my husband.
Thankful for the chajins, whose generosity and quiet compassion and advice, tenacity and embodied stillness through the chaos of life have taught me so much.
Deep bow 🙇♀️. I am so grateful.
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Be you, be free, it's all available for you, 💋
LiYing 📿
