Sometimes we need to let it unravel, to not attempt to halt the destiny of falling apart.
There is a destination required, where all the threads have expired, and there is no-thing-ness.
In this place of empty, of an absence of clinging, we can find some peace, space, and eventually, a new horizon.
Sometimes we need to let another unravel. Or a project. Even a nation.
These are times of unravelling. Perhaps the threads were never woven with heart, or soul, or care for all.
Maybe the times call for us to consider the new horizon, to being to weave what holds the pattern of love, truth, beauty and wellbeing for all?
Photo Taken January 21st, 2019
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