
Let your instinctual shadows
Turn into the words that
you whisper
in your morning prayers
A ritual offering to your fears
Let the darkness seep through
And witness how it becomes wind
Let it be
a stepping stone
a work in progress
a servant without chains
Enter the wild places within you
Like you enter the forest
Humble and open
without apologies
You are the hunter
and you are the prey
There is no perfection
And that in itself is
perfect
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