November 30, 2020
He braves forward, because he must.
Gritting his teeth as the layers peel.
Then comes the softening.
The voices all around him grow louder
at awareness rising, the birth of ashes.
Words all fall on waves and frequencies.
They are felt here, heard only in the finding.
And in this field lies a holy ground.
Accepting everything is freedom.
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