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The dark nights, they’ll come.
They’ll knock on your door at midnight,
when the world is sleeping.
They’ll come to chisel your soul further
into what you came here to be,
a masterpiece that makes
the gods speechless
within each and every phase.
When they come,
you’ll open the door slowly
but you’ll open it.
You’ll let them in to start their work.
You’ll have to dig deep,
feel your beating heart in your chest,
and cling to its rhythm.
You’ll reach out for everything you love
and hold it to your bones,
somehow still thanking the stars
that you’re alive for this.
You’ll have to remember that
the shaping of you
is done by hands
that are wise enough
to only chisel away
the useless, dead parts
that keep you from ascending
to your purest form.
They know you intimately.
They know your resiliency.
They won’t knock on a shallow soul’s door.
They choose the willing.
The ones who are ready for their dead parts
to fall away for the sake of their rising.
You’ve been here.
When the dark nights are done sculpting this lesson in you,
they will take your hand,
speak to you about your strength,
embrace you in a celestial gathering,
and lovingly walk you
through the fields you love
to arrive at your beautiful soul depth
that seemingly has no end.
You’ll see.
Open the door.
Always open the door
to let the dark nights in.
They are what make you
into a healing for this place,
and they are what make you
deeper than any ceaseless eternal galaxy.
Remember:
Your anger at guidance
is still you beautifully holding
the most fervent belief
in its existence and power in your life.
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