Sometimes it is whispered to the moon,
or a crow.
My body holds the secret.
Never is it revealed to ears that cannot hear, or eyes that cannot see.
Behold!
The secret of life is a mystery
only to be understood by the deepest self
It is the mystery that calls me;
It is the secret that takes me ever deeper
into the heart of love.
In my most vulnerable moments
I am totally free.
In my mystery I am most known.
In my deepest pain I am most whole.
In my aloneness
I am with it all
Living the mystery
is the greatest secret of all
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