Remember the stardust.
Floating among the weightlessness of space.
Remember the moment.
The moment your fullness desired experience.
Remember letting go.
When in the name of growth, you allowed separation.
The many embarking on exploration.
Leaving you with purpose, spreading the love that is creation.
You not only flowed, you danced.
You twinkled with excitement.
Life so perfect, so pure.
Whole. Complete. Divine.
So full yet dilating still.
Never holding back.
Never judging.
Never restraining to what was.
Expanding.
Always allowing the divine wholeness to reach.
Forever in a state of perfect becoming.
Remember…
About the Creator
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