Part 1: EpiphanyA Poem by Tina
I pound on a freestanding door, there's no doorknob and no way to get in. I'm in the middle of a field. There's no walls on either side of the door, no ceiling above it and pry as I might, I can't get to the other side.
"Every person you meet, see them as your teacher, for indeed they truly are." "No one ever learns by hearing himself speak, only by listening to others." "You cannot expect the world to open to you when you hold back your potential." The crack of a lightening bolt: profound understanding stops me in my tracks. I hear the dharma for the first time, yet again. In this life there is suffering. Clinging is the root of suffering. And now I realize. The handleless door, no way to the other side, is mine to keep. It's my lot. Struggling to pry the door open or not, is mine to choose. Shoulders heavy, I lean against my door. Heart just a little lighter, I toss the crowbar to the ground and sigh. © 2015 TinaReviews
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StatsAuthorTinaTXAboutI've always found the "about me" section confining and flat. How to sum up one's essence in a few lines of descriptive text? But no matter: I find clarity in nature and lightning storms sooth my soul.. more..Writing
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