I had a dream
That honeybees were making honey in my heart
Out of my old failures.
There is no right or wrong
Beyond the right and the wrong
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
Here's the story...
The Gift of New Eyes — by Rachel Naomi Remen
http://www.awakin.org/read/audio.php?op=play&tid=1054
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