Vertical heat begins to rise like a smoke
Up from the bottom,
Always clearing.
One last thing,
One true thing,
Lies sink to the bottom of a clear glass.
How much more work to go?
Before the celebration begins.
Of the work of a lifetime.
Realization of a thousand steps.
Toward a finished goal.
Or a never-ending path.
Hover the path with wings.
Deep inside the heart, knowledge grows.
The love is in the process.
Growth, growth, growth.
Keep moving. Keep flowing.
The never-ending dance of clearing your own untruths.
Your only true work.
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