The Monastery

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Do you remember that one night you told me about that place? We were coming home in the car. I am not even sure what you said -- did you say anything? But when you told me about that place, I fell in love all over again -- I fell in love again with the nature of compassion and enlightenment. And I saw myself standing there in that place of warm light with you, and with our brothers and sisters. And there was nothing --- nothing at all -- that I could think of that would compare. There were no words, no emotions, no thoughts that could encompass the brilliance of that place. Like a waterfall of life and vibrance and alive and purpose. All sentient beings were there with us. And I remembered who I was, I remembereded when nothing else would help. All because you told me of this place. The place the one inside knows. Do you remember it my dear brother? It is home.

I want to go home now. Will you go with me?

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Colin Arndt said…
When we look back, we will realize we were never anywhere else.
Tue Dec 16, 01:38:00 PM
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