XVI

Your daily ritual not only transforms you, it alters how you behold your fellow man. As you die each day and awaken anew,

you begin to see others under this plan: they too are reborn with each rising sun, not frozen in yesterday’s cast span.

The grudges you held against anyone start to wither when viewed in this light: the person who hurt you, by dawn is undone,

changed as you are by time’s gentle might. Why carry hatred for a ghost now past? Today they may stand with soul contrite.

By seeing each being as not the last version you met but as fluid, evolving, you grant grace to release judgments cast.

You realize all souls are revolving on their own wheel of day and night spins. Compassion grows from this humble resolving.

If you can transform, leave behind sins, so can they, if given the chance and trust. Thus, forgiveness like rain in spring begins.

You water the world with mercy robust, treating each encounter as fresh and clear. No shadow of history to cloud or encrust.

This frees not only them, but you of fear and bitterness that calcify the heart. By dying each day, those sediments disappear.

In each new dawn you play a different part, and so does everyone-none are static. So you meet them anew, make a new start.

Even loved ones you know by rote and habit, you look again as if for the first time, curious and open, love more emphatic.

For you realize the miracle sublime: that they too have a phoenix within their chest, struggling to rise from yesterday’s grime.

Your practice silently teaches, not pressed- others observe your lightness in letting go. They see you don’t chain them to past unrest.

Thus you become a beacon in shadow: by your example, others learn they might release the burdens of old sorrow.

Some will ask how you gained this sight; you may gently share the truth you live: that to die every day revealed this insight.

In this way, your practice continues to give. Your personal ritual sends ripples outward that help broken hearts to mend and forgive.

A single soul afire can light a crowd. Your transformation is not yours alone; it spreads through each compassionate act allowed.

As you die daily, a kinder world is sown, for you treat each being as new, unknown, worthy of patience as they transform and atone.