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January 20, 2019

A poem: This too shall pass.

Raindrops on my face,

A sky full of beautiful colors, and moving clouds.

The rainbow on one end,

On the other side the sun rising, shining bright.

Through the clouds, an unforgivable sun peeked through.

Its majestic rays,

And fire-like sphere,

Greeting the brand new day.

Taking my breath away.

Caressing my skin with warmth, with light.

Reminding me that even through the coldest, darkests nights, he will be there the next day; waiting to hold me tight.

And the rain continues to fall,

The clouds rolling in with every drop,

Slowly absorbing every ray of light.

Grey dark skies,

But the warmth remains.

And through the cracks I see the light,

Like a mirror reflecting back at me, I see my light.

I see myself in the clouds,

I see myself in the sun.

I observe my cloudy thoughts,

I feel my heart burning bright through the cracks.

In that moment I remember,

Everything is impermanent.

The clouds in the sky,

The thoughts passing by.

Even the light that so brightly shines.

Everything fades, everything changes.

Accept and embrace what is,

Without gripping onto the moment, without clinging onto the experience.

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