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October 26, 2013

Illumination. {Poem}

The heart of a woman,

plied with strains of compassion

like the strings of a harp,

becomes the music

of the spheres.

 

Light pulses and radiates,

her cells fill,

her heart lifts,

and heaven’s door

opens.

 

All that is possible

in the human form,

emanates from her thoughts,

Divinity shows itself

in her face.

 

The rise of the feminine

mirrors the need

of our own evolution.

In filling you, woman,

there is illumination!

 

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Ed: Bryonie Wise

 

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