“Sunrise.
Breathtaking every time.
Never old, never boring, never the same.
So beautiful, remarkable, majestic.
I always wanted to see more sunrises, now I do.
Even when they are now during the daily miracles, I feel that I see the sunrise, even though I’m inside. I’m rising with it, it speaks through me, to me.
No thought, no thinking. Just seems so old-worldly, useless, like trying to build a house without a hammer.
Yes, you can build a house with sticks, but will it last? Will it endure? Give comfort and peace?
Thoughts are sticks. Great for the fire, great to give light.
Turn thoughts to light, burn them. Let them lead and guide the way. Torch held high, flame of the eternal. That’s the place for thoughts in the fire.
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– Elisa
