There is strength in stillness
Hiding seed-like in the center of the deep
Until the appointed time of Emergence
We push aside the darkness
Reaching out with blind questing fingers
Scrabbling toward an unseen Goal
Then a brief moment of light
A glimpse of the burning blue sky
And a return to the forgotten place of our Birth
There we settle once more in silence
We breathe in with overwhelming relief
The sleeping draught of blissful Oblivion
And we fall into dreams of unknown worlds
Traveling the shadowed paths until we are called again
To burst out unwilling into Bloom
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