The magnitude of thought has come to light
The generator of power is burning with growing strength
The triangle is rising and the wings are unfolding.
What a strange time to daydream.
Strange indeed,
I feel the change of the universe coming through me granting me the freedom to be myself
The bondage of pain no longer blinds me and I find myself
Free..
Free to be Self.
This Self I find cannot be defined, but must be lived.
She must live through me fully.
I can no longer protect her with isolation from reality.
She cries out of joy and fear, it is more than she hoped for.
To feel a connection
To be alive
The grey flesh tones of death have been lifted and a radiant gold shines from within me.
This is me.
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