Love, birthing its wings
Flapping, trying
To fly.
A glitter in the eye.
Shyly, unbelieving its beauty
Love uncovers himself
Lightening into serependity
Growing anew into Self
A glow to which one bow
A blink, light as an arrow,
My world shifts, open.
I am loved, love is one,
Bathed in love, expand into one,
All creation is mine, my own den.
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