Swift.

It has to be swift, say the Fates.

One after the other

So that she just gasps for air in between

And feels as if she is drowning.

She must be certain.

It has to be swift, say the Fates.

Though it will feel like forever.

She must live a whole lifetime within a lifetime

She must learn the sensation of time travel.

It must be swift, say the Fates.

The way we lift her up

And reveal to her

The true opening of her being.

She must feels as the lotus flower does.

Floating and infinitely unfolding.

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