Like the notes and chords of a piano, the varied thoughts and emotions play on the heart of our being.
Their sounds come and go, some linger a while, some not.
The pristine heart is the witness of all these–melodies and/or cacophonies, symphonies, concertos, little ditties… stray notes, some sharp, discordant at times….
The pristine heart remains.
May we always return to this pristine heart to refresh, renew and gain perspective.
What notes will play upon it today?… tomorrow?
Smile, the pristine heart is the perfect witness of life’s play. Smile in it peace.
The Every Day Yogi 
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