in this waiting, I can feel the threads gather and ungather,
the wave swell and subside.
in this liminal pause,
I will sit close enough to the dark things
so that I may feel their breath.
and, by their unloved parts,
I will know love.
by their most shameful secrets, I will know
truth.
all along it has been this simple stone inside of me,
burning to shine,
just waiting for the weight to lean in far enough to find it's sacred shape.
there is an end, now, to the chase.
there is a beginning, now, to the dance.
love has come.
love is here.
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