Anyone with my kind of vision would witness the same – that end was in sight, that we had limited time and that we had to fill it with conscious love.
Greedy were you, greedy was I.
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I will stay in love now.
I will clear myself of this futile resentment.
It wasn’t fair of me, not at all, to behave as if I own you.
As if our destinies were entwined.
As if the end for us would never come.
I have to seek your forgiveness, I have to offer my sincerest, deepest apologies.
I have to bow my head down, and offer to wait for you to come.
Offer to be in your service until I pay off my debt.
Offer to serve you until all that you ask of me, you get.
Spirit of Tara 