According to Buddha

The pain of the world will sear and break our hearts because we can no longer keep them closed. We’ve seen too much now. To some degree or other, we have surrendered into service and are willing to pay the price of compassion. But with it comes the joy of a single, caring act. With it comes the honor of participating in a generous process in which one rises each day and does what one can. With it comes the simple, singular grace of being an instrument of love, in whatever form, to whatever end.

my holdings and my land to again
if we were just to take my name
in the springtime of the year
oh how happy you could be here
in the springtime of the year
the sun will burn up all the snows

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sun. snow. rain. Springtime in Etown ~ May 2020