|hello| it was joy that brought you here
you needed to hear that everything dies |hurray|
|every thing ends|
the end is always the beginning |tho|
so | perhaps we are perpetually in the middle
actually
|spinning like galaxies| tracing a circle over and over and over and over
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|you| reading this |right now| means an ending has become a beginning
soon a middle will appear | unexpectedly |
after a most important yet utterly mundane labor |is completed|
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the labor of death is equal to the labor of birth |remember this|
we are always right, right where we are
.
as the gentle best of my practice |re|occurs behind the scenes
a newness will emerge here |eventually| you will connect to what you seek
|what is meant for you|
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thru the practice of process |we|
create space for magic
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|only magic knows| exactly
where it will surface | again
be ready |open| quiet
do what calls you | it will be correct
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the web will weave as it wills |guiding|
us to our |confluence|
reach out |in the darkness|
wait for |the light|
there is no |wrong way|
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i am always here |ready|
even as |death comes|
or the quiet | obfuscates
|the circle| is endlessly traced