I struggle with being alone at the end of Father's Day. I let my worries be instead of trying to correct them. I sense awareness under all that I grasp. The truth of time is impermanence, the truth of space is non-separateness. I suffer under the compound arising of myself and my desires, believing myself permanent and separate.
I let my worries and fears extend as they may and they spread out like a healing sunset. Sights, sounds, and feelings become a living, healing world. What has been good with my children will be good again. Change and distance allow for that.
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