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At the middle of my center
sits the needle’s eye.
Death calls forth,
Your place is in life.
In chaos and calm
I pass through,
the splinter and the whole,
evolving.
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The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell. :: Nietzsche
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In response to Rain’s soul prompt: how do you find your passion?
I can no longer separate my passion from the pain, the pain from the living, the living from the woman, the woman from the earth, the earth from the whole, the whole from the Divine.
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“The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell. :: Nietzsche”
this literally took my breathe away….
I breathe in this truth
love and light
As it did me. <3
“At the middle of my center
sits the needle’s eye.”
i feel you here. still as you balance your being and your wanting. we are always just a whisper away from something else, no?
yes, a whisper and a breathe …
<3
Janae.. so many times I come to friend’s blogs, and I take in what is being shared, I draw from their post life and nourishment, and I have no words but thankyou.
So thankyou.
that you drew nourishment {sigh} is all gift to me.
thank you, friend. xo