Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various ills. A bird and a tree say to him: Friend
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Welcome to the 4am Club. It's well-attended. People come and go freely. There are no membership fees. Drop-ins are always welcome.
Some people bring their physical pain: headaches, back aches, restless legs. Some bring their soul pain. The language of tears is spoken.
Emotions circulate around the room: fear, sadness, shame – all the ones that crawl under the bed when daylight comes.
Often prayers are whispered. Blessings are blown across the miles to loved ones. Healing incantations are said for those who suffer. Peace is yearned for. Thanksgivings echo through the night.
In the generosity of darkness and silence, dreams are remembered: nighttime dreams, childhood dreams, daydreams awaken forgotten pathways.
From time to time, joy pops in for a visit. So do the cats. Lured by magic, they find their way to a warm lap and doze off.
Visions of beauty show up, And creative weavers wander around, aimlessly. Sometimes a mysterious focus grabs hold.
Then, a light appears in the darkness, revealing the unfathomable love that holds everything together.