is where the harvest rises.
without trust in process and cycles
we are all on islands
bitterness is poison/dark and cankered
cynicism is dogrot/toxic and limiting
to grow is to grow old
to live means more than survive
every diamond moment shines
while we are here alive
and whether we need Light to see by
we can still dance in the darkness
between the flowers and the bullets-
pilgrimage,softness,sanctuary
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