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Framing life as a meditation distinguishes our path from the myriad. Each moment writes its own poetry; harmony stems from natural wisdom, an eternal balance lives within all things. The winter ends its season, blending spring-ward with its sunshine and rain kissing blossoms into fullness. Virtue is but right-action reflected by the light of inner sunshine, the flowering of innate goodness. It is our natural ethos. In the end, its practice amplifies the enjoyment of life; makes this trek estimable. |
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