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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