Forgive yourself when you back away from this connection because there is never regression only growth and then decay. That which is fleeting you will no longer need on your journey, it's only extra weight in your hips. Recall how constructive it is to destruct.
You're moving inward, and your past awakening was just the blissful entry before the real work began, like the gate to Eden. And now you're kneeling in the garden pulling weeds out on the full moon and watering on the new moon and tending the corners and drying velvet herbs and watching it all grow; and the onion bulbs roll and wink and the green shoots do shoot and the spices sing in your cauldron.
Now women give birth to red apples and bake them in the clay. They bleed on the rock and wear the mud proud.
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