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Writer's pictureMarcus Alvarado

Mother

I can feel your spirt drawing near,

telling me not to hide, not to run,

there will be no need to fear.


You have been here,

since the beginning of

my time on earth.


You have watched me

through the cosmic mists.

Whispered in my ears through

song and sonnet.


Every line, every stanza, has

been a piece of my soul.


The hard times, the times of

inner turmoil, have been guided

and yielded back to the light.

Washed away all ounces of fright.


I no longer fight or fret, I just breathe,

and be.


I am present and I am whole,

thanks to your eternal love.


Both becoming personified myths

of the new age.


The Age of endeavor, the age of

expansion, the age of magic.

We are pulling forth this new world,

this new earth. An Earth that is of heaven

and divine symbolism.


Earth of Divine Feminine wisdom

mixed with masculine divine light.

I have been picked, plucked, and chosen.


I am the sun, savior, holy spirit of the

human race.

My face, will be the face of change.

Face of will colliding with self control.

Balanced harmony, sprinkled with grace,

ideals and thoughts straight from outer space.

I am the light, I am the sun, and me and mother

are making this world One.


Mother Whispers Through The Wind

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