So seemingly absolute the darkness - light’s presence is
forgotten
Winter doth weave its illusion – by which life appears
absent
Still, rebirth prepares to unfold from within the decay
Past splendor – must be relinquished
That the void will soon realize newly born magnificence
Mourn not the grip of winter’s death
Prepare instead to greet with awe – renewal
Darkness incrementally releases from clenched grip
Almost imperceptibly returns the warmth of the light
Incubating the illusion of death into becoming the fertile
womb
Which lovingly embraces – the resurrection of magnificence
Born of the seeds of invisible – yet limitless potential
It’s manifestation far exceeding the sum of its parts
Behold the unremitting dance of life
The masterful choreographer – without pause for ovation
Nor curtain call
Evolution ever demanding the next act
There will be no finale
Weep not, nor linger at the tomb
An illuminated view within shows its occupant
Life itself – has taken new form
Residing now upon the path of it’s destined transformation
Roll away the stone of resistance
The lever of willingness – reveals the door to freedom
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