What is real security? Risking everything on what you love. What is true safety? The adventure that leaves your brain speechless, your heart burning. What is the journey? Every breath.
All that remains is a silence at your core. Once it was muscle,
pumping blood and time. You still call it "your heart" but now it is an emptiness that holds
galaxies, as a seed holds a tree, as a wave holds the ocean in the grasp of surrender, as open lips hold every poem in a silent O of astonishment.
Abandon
yourself, then become what is lost.
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