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Between one death and another, I celebrate every

Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. (Caption..) I let go of what never belonged to me, for eternity to come. In renunciation, I lose nothing; I free myself, immensely from old weights, false truths, fears, vanities. Strengths so high that I rise against my progress. It distresses my heart to understand that the more I am willing to conquer the higher regions of the essence, the greater the obstacles that stand in the way of my rise . What do I do then? Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. ⠀ Let everything that goes, be gone. May the cycles that complete my release be fulfilled. Because I was tired of fighting against the relentless change. Today, I definitively empty myself of what doesn't fill me. I let go of my body and decide to bloom in the landscapes watered by my tears. I surrender myself to the Sun of the spirit so that the Fire incinerates the persistent attachments and, from the ashes, I recover myself in exuberant redemption. Surfaces do not quench my thirst. I go deeper, I go further, to the pearls that reason cannot reach, to the thousand secrets that I promised to unravel. ⠀ On the longer nights, trust patiently weaves the arrival of a new day. When birds renew their corner, they inspire me to explore the beauty of other worlds, to explore the surprises of other paths. I realize that all comfort is temporary and I embrace the certainty of insecurity, in the peace of not having control over anything. To continue the story, I put an end to the poems that no longer add to me. I revert all that was, and move on. The pains were seeds of such beautiful flowers... ⠀ The winds blow over me, furious, joyful. For all that I am, the more I can be. I will release these anchors so that the ships can fulfill their purpose and flow free in to the oceans. In the waters of the unpredictable, I want to be guided by the silent suggestions of the stars. I'll be thankful for everything that has passed and let the past take its course. I will make peace with my virtues and smile at the infinite possibilities. Wisdom is coming back to myself and letting the rest go.
Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. (Caption..) I let go of what never belonged to me, for eternity to come. In renunciation, I lose nothing; I free myself, immensely from old weights, false truths, fears, vanities. Strengths so high that I rise against my progress. It distresses my heart to understand that the more I am willing to conquer the higher regions of the essence, the greater the obstacles that stand in the way of my rise . What do I do then? Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. ⠀ Let everything that goes, be gone. May the cycles that complete my release be fulfilled. Because I was tired of fighting against the relentless change. Today, I definitively empty myself of what doesn't fill me. I let go of my body and decide to bloom in the landscapes watered by my tears. I surrender myself to the Sun of the spirit so that the Fire incinerates the persistent attachments and, from the ashes, I recover myself in exuberant redemption. Surfaces do not quench my thirst. I go deeper, I go further, to the pearls that reason cannot reach, to the thousand secrets that I promised to unravel. ⠀ On the longer nights, trust patiently weaves the arrival of a new day. When birds renew their corner, they inspire me to explore the beauty of other worlds, to explore the surprises of other paths. I realize that all comfort is temporary and I embrace the certainty of insecurity, in the peace of not having control over anything. To continue the story, I put an end to the poems that no longer add to me. I revert all that was, and move on. The pains were seeds of such beautiful flowers... ⠀ The winds blow over me, furious, joyful. For all that I am, the more I can be. I will release these anchors so that the ships can fulfill their purpose and flow free in to the oceans. In the waters of the unpredictable, I want to be guided by the silent suggestions of the stars. I'll be thankful for everything that has passed and let the past take its course. I will make peace with my virtues and smile at the infinite possibilities. Wisdom is coming back to myself and letting the rest go.
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