Feeling as powerful as an active volcano of accomplishment.
Women gathered on the hill. Standing on the grass and dirt. They were silent in the breeze. Waiting. Dressing in gold, red and brown flowing dresses. A cotton scarf placed around her head. Thin material with sequins and graceful threads wrapped around a mummy enfolded.
“Into the tomb I must now go?
The fear of such a place she thought,
“Will they put me there. Alone there I will be. What, will they forget me too?”
A whisper in her ear spoke,
“No you will not go there. You have suffered enough.”
She was free .
Buddha in our front yard
Courage
silent courage
following through
alone
what is greater than this ?
courage is an effort
friend
notice the silent courage of others
it is beyond words
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