I am standing at the Treshold now

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Not in the past, not yet in what comes next, but in that quiet in-between where everything feels unformed and strangely alive at the same time. I am standing between sunset and sunrise, where one light gently dissolves and another has not yet shown its face.

And yet, this in-between is not empty. It is overflowing with quiet magnificence. I can feel how much beauty this moment carries, how much colour lives inside the fading and the becoming. There is a golden, glowing, loving light here—soft but radiant—like the sky remembering itself in warmth even as it changes.

I feel the old slipping from my hands without needing to hold it tighter. I feel the new breathing somewhere beyond what I can name, not asking me to rush, only to trust its arrival in its own rhythm.

There is a softness here I did not expect. A space that does not demand certainty, only presence. I am learning that I do not need to force a direction to be in movement. I can simply be here, at this edge of becoming, and that is enough.

I am not lost at The Threshold. I am being held by it.

Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜

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