✿ When the mist’s burned off and the new sun’s arisen, you then shall see with eyes no longer blind.
✿ Clearly hear the melody of the songbird in the morning, with ears which only recognize what’s true.
✿ Stroke the softness of the velvet ropes that bind you. Undo them. And so then comes the parting of the ways.
✿ Flowers blossom, then they wither shortly after. This isnow. Sometime soon, you see, they shall wither and die no more. That is then. Weave them in your hair. Arrange yourself a sweet bouquet; carry it merrily with you, down the lane. At it’s endpoint lies destiny. And so it begins.
✿ Feel, feel, feel, and never not feel. The cool rain is falling hard now. Feel it. The soil grows soft and wet and fertile now. Feel it. When the Earth grows parched, the rain shall always fall again. Let it wash you clean, let it douse your fires. Feel it.
✿ Step into the garden of your imagination. The Earth is like a tree in season. Eat well of the fruit she bears and enter Paradise.
✿ Be as little children once again. You have lost that, as you go along your way. Find where lies your inner child. Embrace her. Be as one with her. Connect.
✿ The cycle of life is like the sands in the hourglass. You have reached the tipping point. The cycle’s done. Begin again.
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