Reaching that moment of pure bliss
and you truly understand this existence.
You are safe in the source,
you are, the embodiment of thought,
traveled, through life times we're taught.
Look not to the skies to know who you are,
look inside to recall what comes from stars.
One whisper, spoken between time and space
is memory of the divine and place.
In the arms of the mother, warmth released matched only by sun.
So you are loved and are love, and thy will be done.
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