There is a space
Between endings and beginnings
A quiet valley
Full of swirling grey mist
All sense of direction
Lost
Be still
In this protected place
Rather than stumble in confusion
Let clarity present itself.
Listen
When the compass needle turns within
And the fog rises slowly
This is the time of departure
Cairns marking the way on the immerging landscape
The start of a new journey.
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