We are Lightbabies. Golden Grace.
Wings, meant to fly.
We are delicate and pregnant
with goodness.
We are each made of such a quiet
that the entire Universe
can hear us.
There is only the Unfolding;
the Opening ever happening.
All else are thoughts -
lollipops for the mind.
We... are Lightbabies
parading
as Humankind.
Em Claire
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