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  • Do you not see the path? Do not fear, it will call you
    in the mornings's first light
    and lead you to the sparkling stream where dry leaves are washed out
    to the rolling sea.
    Just as this fragility meets immensity with grace, flowing,
    so you meet your source
    and become in awareness what you have always been
    in truth.

    In your dreams you were dashed against the rocks,
    you roamed labyrinthine alleys where thieves and monsters menaced,
    you saw despair and agony and horrible deaths.
    You lost hope but did not admit this, even to yourself,
    thinking this gossamer thread all that kept you woven together.

    Yet a day comes, wholly unexpected,
    the morning's first light illumines a wondrous path
    and you laugh to think you were ever on another.

    And this soft landing
    takes you by surprise.

    (image credit: Steve Dunleavy, flickr creative commons)
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