I was going through some things and came across an “old” journal with a passage from January 2017 that contained nothing but the closing from ee cummings “Hate blows a bubble of despair”
It is a beautiful line and one that almost assuredly touched me at a time when I was in the early stages of my now wife.
In 2026, place, but the journey goes on. There is another line from the poem that caused me to stop and reflect:
pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
(one itself showing,itself hiding one)
life’s only and true value neither is
love makes the little thickness of the coin
What I know, there is nothing other than the thickness of the coin. If it is not peace, forgiveness, or love it is nothing. Anything else is illusory.
The value is in the reciprocity of giving through love. Through this, there is no loss. All is gain, for everyone.
Whose voice is it?
Myself as a child, who wanted nothing more than to live in peace and play. Not a care in the world, because he actually saw the world.
Myself today, standing in this now, the knower. In a brief moment, with a subtle remembrance of a world long ago.
Myself tomorrow, with eyes opened softly to the Source. The child is at peace.
All are happening simultaneously and all is new.