Grieve now. Nothing more to do but grieve.
Nothing more. Grieve what has been lost.
Grieve the grief of the lost. Lost love. Lost hope.
Lost time. Let the downpour wash away expectation.
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Then let it rest. Let your grief rest. Yes, let it go.
Now is the time for rest. Now is the time. Now is.
Time is now. Time is primordial. Time is nothing.
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Nothing more to do now but gather your feathers.
Nothing more to do in this year of change. This year.
It has passed. Time has passed. Time is nothing now.
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Time ticks too loudly even when it does not exist.
A reminder of change. Change unfolds on its own.
Nothing to do but allow it. Surrender to it. Surrender.
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Our focus turns inward, and we pass into dreamtime.
We no longer hear the ticking of time. We dream.
We dream the dream of light, of new beginnings.
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We empty our vessel to receive the primordial light.
We dream the dream of safe passage into a Spring,
Promised but not yet fulfilled. It will come in its time.
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Spring’s light will unfold with or without our guidance.
We have but to rest and gather our strength, one tick,
One breath at a time. One breath of promise. We wait.
One breath at a time, we wait. We dream. We begin again.
