A love song, a song of songs.
Forgotten treasure.
"See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come..."
(S.O.S.TwoSevenPlus)/
I am most pleased with Earth-life when I am reminded that I thrive during my commitment to simultaneous motion with the large amount of Life around me.
It continues, and I am called to do the same. Oh, I cannot have achieved all that earns such a glorious task.
What an all-encompassing gift to hold on to.
Everything is so big.
I have new things inside of me.
Everything is so full.
I have fanciful thoughts inside of me.
What is this birth?
I am a mother.
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you will birth something creative.
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