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Golden Years
Our golden years are not years of old age. We are the
seed planted in our mother’s womb and we began our golden years in our mothers tomb.
So tiny and beautiful we had to be. Planted there by a seed. Day-by-day our seed grew and grew, until the form of life began to show.
The process of our golden years are now shown. The seed of life is now grown. We enter into life as a tiny bloom. Day-by-day we change and change. One day the blossom is never the same. Our emotions, minds, and bodies change day-by-day.
I Am Me
Now I could have been created an animal, why I could have been a tree - as
beautiful as a flower is. One could have been me - with the many facets in my wonderful life.
There could have many flower gardens growing that were me.
With all the turmoil in my life I could have been the ocean or the sea.
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