The time for grieving is over.
Turn.
Turn toward the One
who has been waiting;
the Bridegroom who lives inside
the inside of
everything
you imagined to be nothing, to be something
other.
Turn back;
drop in.
Let the gravity of This
pull you toward your Heart's desire.
No more sack cloth and ashes.
Rise up from the grave
on wings fashioned by the
Sun Itself!
Turn, turn Great Bird.
The time for Homecoming is
Now.
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