The twilight pulls me in again, in and in and in. Her voice whispers to me "he's your pilot." How long have I waited? The longest of retirements has cossetted me in ignorance so bleak I could not even raise a book to my eyes or whisper an evocation. I don't understand this path even though I am on it, the bumps and forks, dips and bends remind me of your curious features. A plain stretching out littered with endless possibilities just breaking through into tangible form in the half light between worlds. I like the feel of it, its taken such a long time to become comfortable again with the essence of my Dharma. I am here and my Will is being done in so many ways as yet unseen. I will call him Mirror Man until he reveals his true name. I still seek the same beauty, just in a different body.
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