Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stops - at all
For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?
Forever is composed of nows.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.
Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Sky above, Earth below, Peace within.
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
At the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair should be messy and your eyes sparkling.
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