A Year in the Life
What grace is this?
What unspeakable love
My mother's death is nectar
My sister's cancer, a homecoming
My brother's schizophrenia, dazzling lucidity
The killer hurricane, an itinerant holy man
My crumbling marriage, a constant lover
My corrupt country, the truest of friends
How is this possible?
From the core of the deepest suffering
Love's unmistakable fragrance
Has completely overtaken me
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Presence-centered practice has taught me how to bring the peace and love at the core of my being to the least peaceful and loving moments of my life. How can words explain how absolutely life-changing this is? The year Hurricane Katrina hit, I wrote a poem that offers a tiny glimpse of the possibilities: