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.
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.
~‘Lightbabies’ © 2007 Em Claire