Crying out loud and weeping are great resources
A nursing mother awaits her child’s call
A mere whimper and she’s right there
Cry out,
Do not be silent in your pain
Lament…
Cry out,
Love is ready to nourish you
The hard rain and driving wind,
are ways a cloud takes care of us
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
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