Long before the break of day,
I woke from a dream feeling powerful
and I knew what I could do.
Inhaling deeply, I collected all the hurt I could find.
All the longing, the doubt, the fear.
All the indecision, regret, sorrow.
Every existential ache from near and far
flowed straight into the kiln of my heart,
bound for transformation.
Soul alchemy.
I held it all in my deepest depths
and burned bright as the sun,
exhaling a white hot jet stream
to melt the ice,
to light up the darkness,
to awaken the delicate buds.
From west to east it flows, bringing
courage, movement, ownership,
authenticity, creativity, newness.
Feel the warmth.
For what else is love
if not the eternal promise of spring?
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