After this meditation, I think of how a kind voice
does not claim superiority.
The heart trying to make a kind voice
deserves gentleness, open-mindedness and acceptance of imperfection, too.
Overlapping ripples of being open, listening to what is here. I hope I use some time today for listening.
I think of a poem/song I have heard attributed to Rumi:
Come, come, whoever you are. Our caravan is not of despair.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. Come.
It doesn’t matter. Our caravan is not of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.