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Morning Yoga
I felt strong and asked the spirit of creation, “Will what is best in us will last for eternity?”
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one will remember you or your love. Take pleasure in the present with an awareness that neither pleasure or pain will survive you.”
In her kindest voice, the spirit said, “No my dear. Even what is best in you will turn to ash in the end.”
“But great spirit, what of the passions and loving dances I’ve known. What of writhing flesh so fully possessed by pleasures? Surely my true moments of joy will dwell in some corner of the universe.”
“No, my dear,” came the spirit’s reply. “Even the purest memory of love will settle in the crust of this earth and vanish on the winds of the future. No one will remember you or your love. Take pleasure in the present with an awareness that neither pleasure or pain will survive you.”
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