We are like a crystal suspended by a silver thread, a strong arm, and with a soul… floating in the universe. Reflecting light, holding light and as the Light passes through us we are alive sending out a multitude of tinted light…rose, green yellow, blue….violet too.
When our Mothers carry us in their womb a different glow radiates from their being, and when our hour comes to go beyond here and now, the light flickers waving at us to understand, to grasp, to hold on, to let go…. to follow.
Without light there is darkness, a stillness, another journey.
My father’s light flickers less today. With mixed emotion I hold on to the light above that filters through the universe, and cry…. "Your will be done, your will be done."
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