Posted: 16 Nov 2012 07:02 AM PST
Post written by Leo Babauta.
This morning I awoke, meditated in the quiet dark empty room, and then went to make my coffee.
The world outside is wet, and the raindrops patter upon the leaves of the lemon tree, with its bursts of bright yellow.
My kids and Eva asleep, at peace.
And as I drink my coffee I think of you, dear reader.
And I am struck by the beauty of this world, and the fragile human lives struggling to make their way within it.
The pain and stress and anger and sadness and loneliness and frustration and fear and cravings and irritations that we will experience today … they are made up. We can let them go as easily as they arise. They are unnecessary, if we realize that we’ve created them for no good reason.
Instead, see the beauty in every moment. In every person’s so human actions. In our own frailties and failures.
This world is a morning poem, and we have but to see it to be shaken by its beauty, over and over.
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