Sept. 8, 2011
I would like when I walk through the final door To remember all things beautiful and true, With no regrets sail to a unknown shore And blue horizons as your eyes were blue. Though when you left a part of me left too. Now age upon me comes and fierce my toil Still incomplete with battles to be won, Fought on hard and unforgiving soil. The feeling persists €“ I have not yet begun Nor inward turned to greet the inner sun, Aware so clearly now that I must seek The golden chrysalis to build, prepare. This work of change is not for the timid or weak Who fear to climb the steep and narrow stair And meet the Mother in all Her glory there.
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