Wind, rain, ice, and snow have pushed and pulled at its branches, but it is wise enough to bend just enough to let the elements be what they need to be, so the tree can continue to carry out its role in the cycle of life, death and rebirth.
If I can live on in bliss by doing good, that’s acceptable to me. I’ll take it.
…rebirth exists in every moment. It’s not just that we have an opportunity to begin anew. We begin anew whether we want to or not.