Thoughts circle round and round like vultures waiting to feed on death. Worry, wondering and fear duke it out to see which shall eat today. They think if they keep circling, their prey will die. Round and round they fly. Round and round till it dies.
What would stop their flight? Prey rising up to greet them, sending them on their way. Life lives here, as it must, in the form of flow, mastery and trust.
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