bedaubed in the blue and purple
residue from the slashing scalpels
that tore the growing cancer from
its home, movement comes slowly
cautious attention leans into
where empty now, beloved parts
once lived, knowing that it was
the essence of who you are that
tried to kill you, mourns the soul
begs forgiveness from the light.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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The Path Towards Transformation
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