The Thirteenth Alchemist
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Letting Go

I don’t need to hold on with cloying hands
It matters not how my blessings come nor in what container they arrive
Because divine gifts are never discerned with the eyes
The container doesn’t matter, what it holds within is the prize
My sole duty is to accept my blessings when they materialize
I’ve let go of my need to control
And so I’ve allowed that which comes, to come
And I allow what goes, to go
And what remains shall always remain
That which is mine can never be estranged

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