Poem: My Child

My child, three years,
Not even, separating,
The world already becoming your own.

The founding of your light heaven
Sent when all said and undone,
Where the true heart emerges
Finding no divide.

Within, the realm of conscious unfolding,
Human and then beyond, the heart,
My child, this is the journey that matters most!

‘Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance’,
Destined it seems to guide your future path…


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