On the way from one resting-place to the next, there is a small defile.
Through the defile, a cave.
In the cave, a passage.
Narrower and narrower.
Crawling further, an opening.
Finally, a wide space, dimly lit through an upper crack. A pool. Glowing walls.
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Beauty after crushing, slow progress.
Let me rest here, Lord, on the way from there to there. What drove me into this? Yea, what could drive me to leave?
Thank you for moments of joy.
– from the mountain
Consider:
What passages do I now go through, that I can better enjoy?
Reading:
“In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity.” — Albert Einstein
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi
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“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” — Psalm 30:5 (KJV)
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