more than you can imagine,
conceive of
yes!
i do
love my Self
this Voice
this majesty
this clarity
joyfully skipping
down the garden path
amidst the tulips
and violets
and toads
and under the clouds
changing from dragons
to witches
and goats
to fish
and birds
and beds
to sink upon
and feel that softness
all around
Heaven
in my mind
now
yes,
she skips!
so happily and playfully
through my mind
right out onto
this paper
oh happy garden gate!
that opens
in my living room
on the couch
one child
one innocent little girl
with rosy cheeks
who has never known
any harm
i am
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