Through death we birth

As we hold each other’s hand 
And sit in this sacred circle
As we go through the cycles
Of these extra ordinary times

Let us be aware
Of our own inner cycles 
Of birth and death and birth again
Shedding the old
We might feel cold
Deluded, depleted
Like there is nothing to unfold

Be aware, it is death
You are facing
Beckoning to let go
Within all the turmoil of existence
Lies the seed
Of a story untold

A new existence
A new truth
A new earth
A new birth

Hold yourself
In these times of shedding
Hold yourself 
As you move through death

All times have their
Own significance
All times have their
Own breath

So breathe
And let go
So breathe
Let it flow

The new you 
Awaits you
The new earth
You will birth
Through death

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