A Sacred Place of Resolution
So quiet, after so many years—nay,
lifetimes of questing for the answer
to why and who am I? No more anxiety,
no more fear of never knowing, the
answer came when I became the person
that I was born to be; but not without
all the pain and suffering resolving the
enantiodromiac dynamic of my own
becoming. “There is nothing but the self
and God,” said the mystic savior, shower
of the way of what is to come, master
storyteller of the sacred word, dying
daily to be born again—oh how blessed
it is to be where I am today, a sacred
place of resolution.
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