Within each of us there is a small fountain of silence.
We can draw upon it if we will. Some search a lifetime to do that. The fountain is our birthright, our source of inner peace.
Is happiness not peace of mind and joy a temporary delight?
Do we not make our needs more than they truly are?
As we drink from the fountain, we find anger becoming less important, grief more understandable, loneliness less dramatic and solitude less fearful.
As we nourish ourselves, patience becomes our habit,
love our universe, compassion our most frequent friend. An
inner peace comes to stay.
We are alone, utterly, regardless of who we know or what we do
in our external lives.
Let us embrace the aloneness. It was meant to be this way so
that we might attain our fulfillment of compassion- a final
connection to all that is.
Still we each are connected to all life and existence.
Each fountain flows into that deeper river.
In this moment, life is our gift.
The smallest fragment of it or flower upon it is precious,
and the smallest fountain among us is precious, permitting each
moment its bloom.
-JK
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