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May our greatest struggles becomes our greatest blessings.

Oh, beautiful darkness...
 Queen of mystery,
 Mistress of the blackest night.
 I bow to you, humbled & speechless
 I surrender the tender vulnerability of my heart to your pulse.
 I find shelter in your silence, and seek grace in the face of the unknown.

The glimpse of a moment lost in the eternal.
The magic of synchronicity knitting harmoniously every fibre to the same cosmic shawl.
the feeling of belonging, as each being shines his or her true essence,
coloured with power, generosity, humility and grace.

Stepping onto the ground is a sacred act.
It is the affirmation of our aliveness.
Like the beads of a japa mala, each footstep reveals the resonance of our true being.