Here's this morning's meditation:
Meditation 182
I’ve never been a gardener
so all this talk
of vines, fruition,
destruction, pruning, fire
and the unceasing flow of sap
passes me by
like an east wind,
the flight-filled clouds
or the migration path
of distant, unknowable birds.
Keeping on religious matters, church today was rather strange. We now have a three
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