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Today calls us forth becumming one, becumming undone by before. No more shall we harbor alone in somber, filling our nets with sand. Stand together and free, there's space next to me. I invite you to becum what you've always been. Accept, embrace this fated place with all your might and fright. All of you is welcome, wanted and well. Drink from it, nourish souls folded and kept between seen carefully undoing those deeds, not mine but gifts of learning I head, I thank, I am. This poem is from the book, Die with Me: Surrendering to Suffering.
