Bursting with Yes and Flowers
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Here comes life, renewing itself again, and throwing bouquets of flowers. “Yes!” it sings, bursting onto the stage.
Yes, regardless of what it may hold.
Yes, although it is but a brief flash in eternity.
Yes, with nothing but the drive to go forward as a guide.
Yes to the mystery.
Yes to the unfolding.
Yes to quest.
Yes to the darkness and yes to the dawn.
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