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Today, love is the practice.
Not the la-la, laid-back,
Everything-Is-Beautiful-
I’m-Going-To-Sleep-Now
kind.
But love in every fiber, every muscle,
unconditional, wide-ranging, absolute,
tangible, no bullshit,
excluding no one,
not even my next-door neighbor
who never lets their dog out.
Everyone is within reach of this radiance.
Everyone.
Even the old woman screaming
at her barefoot grandchild outside of Target,
yanking him to her beat up Honda by his little arm.
Unconditional love for how hard she tried
and how badly she failed at getting
where she thought she was going.
How completely fucked and without
resources she feels right now.
Real love for her.
May you be safe from inner and outer harm.
May you be free from guilt, shame and hatred.
May you enjoy physical and mental well being.
May you, old lady, may you live with the ease of an open heart.
And may you awaken to your true nature, which is
an inexhaustible source of love, compassion and wisdom.
