At the center of my being there is a flower waiting to bloom. At the center of my being is a sun about to rise. In the dark night before the morning I wait. I know the dawn will come. I know the flower will bloom. The waiting is not impatient; it is the quiet gathering, the deepest rest before life bursts forth in wonder and splendour unbound.
and so I wait... for what is to come will be amazing.
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