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Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.