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.
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