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you were not born to be a machine, child
can’t you feel the life inside of you the wildness that is your inheritance buried like the bones of your ancestors and all they created
awaiting your excavation
can you hear their voices beckoning — they are within you deep within that hallowed cave inside your chest
that is where this path will lead you
and sometimes, you will fear the journey of course, you will doubt, and then you might remember these words and the way the sun warms your skin as it rises, the wind’s embrace, the rocks beneath your feet, and the ice cold water of the stream
at night you might build a fire and follow its embers as they ascend toward the fires burning in the heavens and you will know
this is where you were always meant to be
Julia Flint 2022