Jacob Boehme
I have that recurrence of being a saint
or wanting to be perfect.
If I make those “super efforts” it’s going to happen
and so I observe this
over and over.
I’m just realizing lately, that the patience,
the love of
patience and just sitting and praying
and waiting and just accepting the moment
that you can’t fix it from the machine
but become the alchemist from the soul.
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