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In weeping, we can fill with golden light, though we may not notice it at first; just weep, and let your falling tears be bright. We start and stop, we think, we wrong-and-right, point fingers all the while and worse… and yet, in weeping, we can fill with golden light. Who knows how many swallowed tears we fight, then feel their fate within ourselves as ours, and curse? Just weep, and let your falling tears be bright. “Oh, what good can it do?” “Spilled milk” and such trite sayings hold us back until our very cells would burst. Yet even then, in weeping we can fill with golden light. The deepest magic needs no teachers, thus might children touch upon the secrets of the universe. So weep like them, and let your falling tears be bright. This is the remedy, the new and ancient rite, this cleansing act an improv, unrehearsed. For in weeping, we can fill with golden light. Just weep, and let your falling tears be bright.