We begin in the darkness.
In between soft-spoken words of encouragement
And warm movement wrapped up against my spirit.
We start where the ending was spent in restful silence.
There is a heart here, suspended and well-loved.
Full of truth and emptied from all of the beginnings.
Until the first thought forms somewhere on the edge of
Becoming.
Barely there, but already formed.
From pure potential to current being.
Molded from essence, loved into existence.
THREE
This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul A wall forms in front of you and your toes are painfully reminded of their limited motion. There is no sight. There is no light. And yet, you feel the vastness of the limit stretching outfor millennia, rushing towards you. Did your grandmother not sing of such places to you? Are you lost about what to do next? Are you not the next hero with a sword? Are you not your own dragon? Protective of your treasure, misguided in all your knowing? More voices strain behind you. Whispering in a language you do not understand, but the tone… The tone makes you want to run away. And yet, you cannot move. Constriction all around you and a blinding sense of pain within your...

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