Blaming others impoverishes the heart; gratitude makes it rich. One gentle breath of thanksgiving dispels a storm of anger and fear. One silent beam of gratefulness falls from the stars through the soft spot in your crown, pours through your eyes, throat, chest, sacrum, sowing seeds of bliss in the dark loam below. Earth murmurs and awakens. Seven blossoms open on the trellis of your spine. The true feast is a flowering of forgiveness in the heart. Love is the harvest.
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