When I Come to the End of Myself

When I come to the end of myself, what will I find? Is the end a destination or simply another beginning?

Or is the end of myself where the other begins? And if so, then isn’t it better sooner than later that I reach the end?

For one can travel only so far within without bumping into the need for the other.

Serving one another is the key I think. Flowers blossom in the inner desert.


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