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Bittersweet Spring

We live each day in a world of duality. Here in the Washington DC area, the month of March, roars in like a lion with blustery cold winds, rain and hail. Yet, at the same time, the whole city is beautiful— blooming with yellow forsythia, the first pale pink cherry trees, and wild white flowering pear trees like towers of white lace filling every empty space.

On the other side of the world, mothers and children have become refugees, or gone missing as they’ve hovered together, sheltering underground to somehow live despite the bombing of Ukraine. Will they ever see their conscripted fathers, husbands or sons again?

Is there hope beyond this world? We are meant for a much higher life! Beyond this bittersweet world of new beginnings and excruciating untimely endings. Hear from the holy ones of the world beyond this world where “moth and dust corrupt”!

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Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

                           (from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold)

 

All the best,

Rukmini Walker