All beings big and small,
the ones you’ve met through spring and fall,
the ones you’re with and hopefully having a ball,
the ones you will meet maybe in a mall,
the point of this bad poem by vinod lal
is, can you truly love them all?
When the ego is still and silent, eco emerges. Only nature remains. There is nothing else.
When we suspend judgement, the heart opens, love flows and we are free.
All is sacred. All needs to be revered. All the time.
But we are so mired in our ego, that it doesn't always happen.
On Mar 17, 2023 Vinod wrote on A Turtle's Silver Bead Of Quietude, by Gayle Boss: