Now is the time to collapse, to be fallen, and dissolve like the snow. It's perfectly all right to sink down, to let go, to scatter like seed. Fall into Me. You are held. It was precisely your attempt to elevate yourself, to ascend, to triumph and surmount that exhausted you, and brought you to this trough in the light, this furrow of darkness in my loam. Here is your work now: surrender. Abandon the quest. Only when you drop like a withered seed will you be born like the new Sun from the very darkness you embrace. There is no other way to get through this miracle.
Art by Susun Sedon-Boulet
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