Friends,

For those of you who have been following along for a couple years, you might notice that over the next weeks, some poems will be repeating. This was due to an error that I made when scheduling these posts. My first instinct was to correct the mistake; then, a subtle voice reminded me that Presence is also present in imperfection and mistakes.

So, I have decided to let these repeated poems remain. May the mysterious Hand touch you through them, at the time that you need, in the way that you need.

Fondly,
Meisaan