Bleed to feel the breath, root your self well in what holds you, what keeps you, what teaches you, what heals you. Reach to grasp the staff, to climb the mountain. Traverse the path, walk steady, rest when you can, remember to greet those that you pass. Truth will be waiting at the summit, a few moments before you arrive, as you lay down your heavy burdens, to step over the edge of reason, heading back into the light.
– Josh Fleming
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