Release flows with the breath, leaving us free.

Turbulence dispelled by sheer grace sets free the soul so that love flows through the rivers of our delight.

We walk a peace path paved with mighty boulders: these must be met, each one, for peace is a mighty river that flows around and over every obstacle.

Summer waits in the shadows while spring works out the vestiges of winter: the flows of spring are powerful drifts of snow warmed by the sun as the light grows brighter.

Blessed be the day when the ice falls away from the mountainsides, to rest at the base – resting in the hand of God – where love flows in the sacred places, sowing the seeds of harmony where they are needed.

Self-respect, gratitude, and kindness breathe in constant, rhythmic flow through the open petals of the heart.

When the river flows to endless shores beneath the arc of the heavens, we are measured in our lives so very blessed; the river sings its sultry night song with Nature’s clarity.