I cried for so long that I can't differentiate my tears from this pond of ethereal life. The day I was left to die, alone, I became water in this vastness of forgiveness. I was asked to forgive as I would like to be forgiven. (I couldn't) The pain that lingers comes from the time I spent crying for redemption without redeeming others first. (Forgive...) I let the time I spent crying be the redemption of that love that gives itself with purity as a creative unfoldment of truth. (Unfolding) A renewed pond of ethereal life comes into being.