What Remains
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After the striving
and the letting go
and the letting go
After the questions
that had no answers
and the answers
that raised new questions
that had no answers
and the answers
that raised new questions
After the long walk
through every season
of becoming—
through every season
of becoming—
what remains
is this:
is this:
I am here.
I am whole.
Not because nothing is missing
but because nothing
needs to be added.
I am whole.
Not because nothing is missing
but because nothing
needs to be added.
This moment.
This breath.
This life.
This breath.
This life.
Enough.
—sh
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