A thought, a dream, a hope of a seed blooming into its own universe.
A universe of pure love in eternal harmony.
Let me be the soil who nourishes your destiny, the winds beneath your wings.
Your strengthen purpose,
the me in the you.
As you are for I
Traded for your first smile, each smile and laugher since, my heart is no longer my own.
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I have been away, out of contact with myself, lost in nonaction.
Unvisited, I drift.
Is love reaching me, but unfelt?
If I’m not in the service of relating with love, receiving and giving love [always] then I’m not living.
Then I’m not me. I’m not love.
I know who I am, I know why I’m here.
Yet, I forget myself, my purpose, and who I am.
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Spread your wings.
Fly.
Live.
Be selfish and know you are loved anyway.
Be true to what matters most.
We all have our journeys we must take, paths to choose.
At times we must walk alone, and at other times with others.
Time is the one thing we cannot renew, and regret is one of the most eroding emotions there is.
Fly. Live. Be selfish.
Sweet and gentle woman, the universe is blessed by your presence.
The galactic significance it yet to reveal the true importance of today.
Your eternal love have the power to cure time–like at the push of a button, yours to freely navigate.
You are Gaia,
you are a goddess,
you are love,
and you are loved.
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