Within the spaciousness of the sky, clouds appear and change colors, shapes, and sizes. Inevitably, they soon disappear. And so it is with the comings and goings of all thoughts, perceptions, and appearances. Everything appears and disappears within the spaciousness of the eternal. I find tear-provoking joy in that.
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Bless you, dear friend. Mel
{{{Hugs}}} to you, Mel.
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