Pure light is right behind this cellophane wrap. I can see it. I could touch it even...only if I made the choice to finally tear it away. But it’s that choice which is the hardest. To shed everything and step towards it. Be one; truly luminous. I can see the cellophane. But I don't want to walk through. I'd rather compromise and continue to watch the pretty light...
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Difficult to give up the last ounce of protection. We human's are fine tuned delicate bags of consciousness. Living fully is an act of courage.
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