A tiny marble unearthed by a happy dog’s running feet. So small in my hand, it reminded me of how tiny our earth is when placed in a cosmos of billions of galaxies. Then to think of how small I am within the vastness of our single earth. A matter of perspective I guess. Or perhaps, they offer a reminder that both are true indeed. All is in the One. One is in the All. Gently folding my fingers around the marble, I released the infinite essence of my heart to embrace the earth, all beings, all life, all forms. Metta, metta, metta. Then to feel the infinite essence of All embrace me gently like the marble in my hand. Yes, it is just a simple marble. Who knows how long it has been buried in the yard. But today it was uncovered. Today a whisper was gifted. The Divine exploded in simple offerings.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vesselthou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. ~ Tagore
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