Peace

But if the only way this love can live inside me Is as a wound, I'll let it - I don't need to be healed. -rm In the fullness of love there is always a rawness and a tenderness inside us, like a wound that's permanently open. That kind of wound doesn't come from our personal ego, but from our sensitivity to the beauty and suffering of the world. Although we might feel like it's too much to bear, it needs to stay open in order for us to continue to be fully receptive to life.

That kind of wound is also what hurts so much today, remembering Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Peace to all, and may we find better ways to live together and to appreciate the beauty that is all around us.