The Practice
Be kind to the habit of self
The custom of identity unfolding with honor
Be kind to the habit of self
Realizing practice comes and goes in style
I will love my training like a child who has not grown
Leaving home I will say goodbye and hello
Tasting the richness of all of the story
Writing and receiving in laughter and tears.
I will kiss the tears gently as all habits unite
My heart will feel nature’s creation
Being kind to the practice of self
