Clockwork…

clockwork

I imagine us much like the workings of a clock.  When we are in our place, the clock begins to work and is in time with the universe.  Knowing what this particular path contains and requires, I don’t know that I would have ever chosen it.

How can I express to you how difficult this is?  How can I express to you how magical it is at times?  There are no words.  I’m living beyond language.

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