Ssshhh… Listen closely… Ever so closely and still. For even closed doors may whisper unto us a secret, and even dead-ends may point us closer to pathways we’ve long been searching for.
Herein lies my hope: That for every flower that withers, another one blooms within me, one that will remain forever fragrant and fresh, never ever to pass away.
Every parting has its own sorrow, even that of parting with a once treasured possession that has long lost its usefulness. And so in sorrow do I say farewell to my own that is not truly mine. Farewell to the mask and greetings to the heart, spirit and flesh that has long been concealed underneath its shadows.