Tuesday, March 31, 2020

' The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Don’t grieve.
Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us:
We taste only sacredness.'πŸŒΊπŸŒ·πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ•ŠοΈ















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