Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
Our lives are but specks of ...
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When I was young, I believed that life might unfold in an orderly way, according to my hopes and expectations. But now I understand that the Way winds like a river, always changing, ever onward.. My journeys revealed that the Way itself creates the warrior; that every path leads to peace, every choice to wisdom. And that life has always been, and will always be, arising in Mystery.
