“You can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool your own mind.” David Allen
In the morning mists, the whispers come: A summons to the work undone, The purpose sewn in mind and bone That calls to be fulfilled, outgrown. We enter this cosmos, small and new, With unlived lives inside our dew, The seedlings of some grand …
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