standing tall
and then her magic mountains were covered forever
petit morts had faded into memories of a pleasurable past
pushing and pulling were over as the truth settled in
yet rock bottom is where and when you stop digging
the valley is surrounded by peaks and anticipation
faith would reveal passion and love once again
patience my friend and chakras will open once more
temporary closure in surrender and acceptance
yields new openings beyond his wildest dreams
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