Tapping in the morning
Tapping in the evening
Tapping at suppertime
Do a little Tapping
And be happy all the time.
The values keep arriving back to my sight as if they were newly flighted fledglings soaring in first awkward wind tests.
I understand a little better the poems of Hafiz.
These long long years of being in Scn....shunning all who weren't just like us.
Demeaning them with the term
"Wog"
US versus them...the wogs who were inferior the SP's who were the demons.
No ...I don't think so anymore.
Separation is not the answer. Integration...from the root of integrity....
That is an answer. Wholness...Holness...Holiness.
Sounds and roots of sounds flowing back to Oneness.
That is the gift of this morning.
Even oneness with the Inner Critic...cycling through it's eternal seeking to be right.
What joy. What silence in the Holness...holiness...wholeness.
The great wine of Hafiz...the joy....the ecstasy,
Gratia...Beloved Divine.....Gratia
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