Adjusting to a morning without power,
this has been a balm indeed.
may peace find us again and again,
and may it shape us the way the river creates
its bed simply by flowing.
May we hear the unending verses of this river of peace.
May our river bed become a fertile garden of strong and tender growth
to nourish and sustain us through the trying times, through the hungry times.
even when it's beyond our own capacity, may it grow in us,
surprise us again and again.
Namaste'
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