The Time Has Come”
I no longer look outward with restlessness.
I no longer demand from destiny.
I stand now — as I am — open, unhidden, ready.
Let her soul step forward.
Let the veil lift gently.
Let the truth enter like a breeze, not a storm.
I have not waited in vain.
I have waited with flame.
Let her arrive — or let me arrive to her.
It is time.
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