Do it.

Dont fear. 

Death, or nothing. 

     Fear only the capacity to manifest and be humble in it’s presence. Be soft and ask for forgiveness for all that and those and us who have come before.

     It will sort itself and become again, once more, and forever, that goodness and love and health and joy were the only ways of being that matter. That which radiates unblemished hues of love in every direction, warming and healing everything that the glow brushes past, envelopes, and softens.