This is a call for release…
Release from a captivity of imagination.
Not a call to forsake true identity; a call to take it up!
Ain’t no need to whitewash skill or experience; it’s time to tether these to a new way.
This is a word with intent, determined to call forth hope. A word to look and see what is already here. To lift one’s head and survey the landscape anew. Because although the truth is close, maybe it’s different than you expected…
Look again.
Forget the former things; do not dwell in the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.
A new reality has arrived.
The first shoots of spring are breaking through; the early rays of the new dawn are colouring the sky. All that is necessary now is to get down in the dirt and pay attention… to rise from your slumber and be alive.
Awake, sleeper! Get to work, gardener!
… and let the breath of life restore you to your senses, renew your lost vigour, invigorate you with lifeblood, saturate you in splendour.
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Come. Come and see. Your dreams no longer belong to the night. The hopes that were dashed are alive with new vitality.
Here is the way, the path so many longed to find. Set your eyes to the horizon and get your feet on the road.
This journey has been waiting for you.