BIRTH
When you are in the darkness of a liminal and formless space
know that it is a necessary passing through.
Any initiation
whether experienced as loss, grief or stillness
is where Past and Future draw a new line.
Allow old leaves to fall and die away and
become the nourishing soil needed for new life.
The seed of an inner stirring will spring into bloom, perhaps
knocking you over playfully by the weight of its delicious fruit.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
BIRTH
When you are in the darkness of a liminal and formless space know that it is a necessary passing through.
Any initiation
whether experienced as loss, grief or stillness is where Past and Future draw a new line.
Allow old leaves to fall and die away and become the nourishing soil needed for new life.
The seed of an inner stirring will spring into bloom, perhaps knocking you over playfully by the weight of its delicious fruit.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING