oh little bloom, little light,
now is not the time to go belly up.
every moment of your
life is yours to keep and yours to surrender.
I am afraid I will be found out before I am discovered.
what is this art of vulnerable truth weighted against, or with, the careful tending of an unfolding new seed?
something has been awakened that had been dormant.
joy.
intimacy.
embraced and skipping with the old dark friends.
the question may be:
how to go lightly and openly into the dark night?
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