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Summer has past.
Seeds have long flown from the pods of my heart... My prayers in the wind.

I feel Autumn rolling in.
Like the golden hour of each day.
Peaceful, grounded, and still.
A little more cozy.

Celebrations of fruition already here and more to come soon.
The pod, empty, is both beautiful and uncertain.

What will gather and fill here in my heart and prayers next?
For the moment the space, the stillness, the receiving is heavenly.
I am at the edge of tears and edge of darkness and edge of greatness
So much heart, compassion, and love and possibility
Surrounding me and in me

Ready to let go of my old self concept
Standing at the edge of the cliff of the new me
THE EDGE IS HERE
The edge is in the space between
The edge is hope, creation, and possibility
It is the void

The unknown
The beauty that lies within us all
It takes courage to stay here
It’s easy to step off

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