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To the beautiful daughter of Enlightenment

To the beautiful daughter of Enlightenment
My love is arising as your newly appearing form.
In the heat of summer all gathered to breathe you here.
Sliding down from your sacred place, sliding into the heated
water your parents caught you and held you
Blue like baby Krishna you breathed in the life here and gave
your first shout disguised as a baby’s cry.
All our hearts were gladdened.
Daughter of Enlightenment, the Mother of all has given life
for the need and purposes of love.
How mysterious her love is.
How much all need it.
Daughter of Enlightenment
Her first cry, her eyes open, her heart begins her journey with all
of us gathered with the Mother of All.

What joy the daughter gives the Mother of All.

August 15, 2017

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