
This is the day for the vessel to become perfect.
This is the moment of the exhale.
This is the day, the moment, of empty.
Bowl on table, yet unfilled.
Open hand, awaiting gift.
Breathe in, pause. Here is grace.
And again the exhale.
(Letter #3,369)

This is the day for the vessel to become perfect.
This is the moment of the exhale.
This is the day, the moment, of empty.
Bowl on table, yet unfilled.
Open hand, awaiting gift.
Breathe in, pause. Here is grace.
And again the exhale.
(Letter #3,369)
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