Zen and the gift of friendship
A dear friend asked if I was happy or sad.
Sad, I said.
In the last year I had lost family.
I had lost the friendship of some I had allowed to become important to me
I had lost everything I own, over and, over and, over and, over again
I had been betrayed, and betrayal is a wound which cuts deep, precisely, and ever so deeply
Gone.
Everything gone.
What’s left when everything is gone?
Love.
It’s all that matters in the end.
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Okay,
Father Luke
