A symbol. A moment. An ancient heart-song.
Delicate perfection, eleven blossoms strong.
Was the beauty always present within?
Since forever and all along?
Iridescent fabric, weaved by the Divine
Alien faces opening slowly to a strange and unknown world
Bizarre and awkward, such dear tiny beings peering outwards with wonder
Encircled by the glorious protection of their triumphant angel wings
Open your heart! Find the courage to sing!
To bring the light of love
Even amidst the painful sting
Of all we are learning while we journey on this constantly shifting, ever-turning
Mother Earth.
...And nobody said it would be easy...
Still. The Beauty of living is never hidden from view
She always resides in us, around us
Ever-present, She surrounds us.
The Muse. The Source.
The undeniable force that ebbs and flows.
Beginning in sweet, deep slumber
The once dormant explodes!
Into life. And love. She grows and grows.
(Then dies to begin again, so best not wake too slow)
Softly tempting, She reminds us...
To peer out. Remove the veil.
Dare to See and be Seen.
To connect in heart-centered intimacy,
Is to awaken from the dream.
A dream of separation. A dream of alone.
There really is nothing wrong with You.
You have no sins to atone...
For...For? What are we for?
I already know. I was told a few years ago
By the angel I birthed, His wisdom aglow:
"You are for what everyone is for, mama.
For LOVE."
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