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The ability to let things alone to ripen in their own way. The daily practice of allowing things to become fully themselves and refusing to harvest any moment until it is fully ripe. To take time to dwell in the silence and darkness of winter where a full maturation always takes place in the hidden and unspoken, just as our own understanding is ripened in the depths of sleep. To let those we love and live with radically alone to have their own voices and their own way of imagining the world. To let our colleagues and our fellow citizens alone to have their own lives. To feel the full nourishing benefit in the neglected art of waiting and witnessing…. DW

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I adore this poem. I first read it years ago but didn't bite into it until just now. I had waited, and because my life has spiritually changed since I first saw its luscious words hanging there, it tasted even sweeter than I could have imagined.

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Ah yes, a difficult parami so beautifully illustrated. The fruit of patience.

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Love this one…..vivid and such a great message….patience is not one of my virtues!!! Good reminder! I have a similar challenge waiting for the persimmons to ripen! LOL

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