Staring at the blank page, the mind renders its cacophony of thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears, dreams, and debates into a torrent of words that all seemingly want to come out at once and also not at all. What to say, what to hold, what to release, what else to seal away within the depths of our mind, there to lay dormant until their time comes, or mine does, then the mystery will be just that.
The music changes, the mind awakes, sight becomes clear, the fog lifts, the lungs draw deep and cleanse. Tired surrender gives way to the ringing of the hammer on the anvil, the metal forged, the quenching welcoming like a loving parent. Wrap it around yourself and feel the change within and without. No longer that which you were before, yet still the origin remains. Changed because of that which you were, you saw, you did, you survived, you endured, all these things that without which you could not be where or what you are now. Embrace the quenching, and know that for now, the fire is done, the test passed, and all that remains is polish and a fine edge, sure and sharp.
Out of the darkness we step, into the light of day the path traveled, the course stayed, the reward ready to be reaped, the journey at an end, the prize at last in our reach. The drums sound in the deep and stir our soul onward to the next journey as familiar words linger in our ears - don't worry little brother, there are more!
So rest now weary traveler, you've earned it. Enjoy your time here, for soon, you must again travel. But for just now, just here - be.
Out of the darkness we step, into the light of day the path traveled, the course stayed, the reward ready to be reaped, the journey at an end, the prize at last in our reach. The drums sound in the deep and stir our soul onward to the next journey as familiar words linger in our ears - don't worry little brother, there are more!
So rest now weary traveler, you've earned it. Enjoy your time here, for soon, you must again travel. But for just now, just here - be.
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