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: This is stunning. The imagery sinks deep and resonates inside me. I like it. : : The Holy Mother speaks to Her child at the threshold : : Child, you are shooting star propelled : : I love you, little star-flake, : : Do not weep to leave the bosom of God, : : for there is a god on earth where I am sending you, : : and he will be your father. : : Do not cling to my robe, little one, : : for these swirls of my robe are the nebulae : : You will see in the heavens there. : : You tear my heart with your longing eyes, my child, : : but look, I am coming with you: : : there is a daughter of mine on earth, : : and she will be your mother. : : Even now the Temple you see about you : : Is her womb. : : Do not fear to leave the Land of Light. : : I would not send you into darkness, : : but in their hearts where I send you : : the sun of your homeland burns. : : They will know who you are : : for they know each other. : : Even the smallness you have taken on : : they will love, : : the flailing limbs, the eyes : : that do not see, the leaves of the moon : : that fold about the sun. : : They will hear your heart inside your cry. : : They will see the wings of light, my wings, : : that enfold you all your life. : : Even now, they love you. : : They know, as we do, : : that in all births : : is the one Child who is born. : : Go now, little child. : : In the eyes of your mother find me again, : : in your father's heart find me. : : Do not be afraid to put on this tiny disguise. : : How could they fail to recognize you, : : you who said to them : : I was hungry and you gave me food, : : I was thirsty and you gave me drink, : : I was a stranger and you took me in, : : naked and you clothed me, I was sick : : and you cared for me, I was in prison : : and you came unto me. : : So go to them, vast and ancient soul, : : go to them now. : : They are also waiting to be born. : : - © Liana Herbertson

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