by Skybowapple valley, California, USA
Jan 2013 420 Views 4 comments
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In the sway of creation
I was born beautiful,
a perfect child of love.
But on my way
to ever after
I gave myself away
and became the perfect offering.
I was born beautiful,
a perfect child of love.
But on my way
to ever after
I gave myself away
and became the perfect offering.
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Posted: Jan 2013
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Comments (4)
a perfect child of love'
I think the beauty of this truth is that no matter how you may change or experience the impact of life, you can always return to yourself, at any moment, by remembering and living into your innate essence.
Thank you for your sharing. You very much succeeded with being succinct.