A perfect sky of endless blue greeted me with no judgment
Within its infinite reach, the sky held space for the changing weather
Rain, sleet or thunder moved through it unencumbered
Could my soul become like the sky?
Could I hold my humanity, in all its heartbreak and sunshine, and still be endless?
I looked to the sky for validation.
The sky did not answer me.
Instead, its vastness descended upon me and washed away my wondering
It did not change me or challenge me
It only welcomed all that I was, all that I am and all that I might be
Part sky and part Truth
Endless and finite
Beauty and fear
Held tightly and set free
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