One of the Greatest Yogis of them All...

RIP, Dr. King, and thank god for you...

Thank You.

Thank you, Dr. King. Thank you for every seed you planted. For speaking from the depths of that which is greatest and clearest and most potent in you, which is that which is greatest and clearest and most potent in all of us. Thank you being a voice of hope, of inspiration, of non-violence, of patience, of courage, of fortitude, of integrity, of love and love and love. Which is what we are all striving to be, to do, and to speak--thank you. Thank you for stepping into the right storm at the right moment and pulling others into the eye of it with you. Thank you for not shying away from your own human power, which is, I will say again, what we are all each of us every one, hoping for--thank you. Thank you for being so big. Thank you for planting a tree so as to plant it--knowing you might not see it sprout, flower, provide shade, bear fruit--but planting it anyways. Because it seems--even though there have been 1,000 or more dark nights in the interim--it seems that that seed has turned into a giant steady oak. Did you imagine that it would be this tall? With this many branches? Did you know that it would cover us all in shade exactly when the sun had gotten just a bit too hot? Thank you. Thank you.