Asleep

Blessings to my beautiful child,

may you dream of worlds of high magic,

with feelings light and dark that pierce your heart,  A world of duality that before your eyes collapses upon itself into exquisite balance and loving acceptance, and you grasp The
feeble hands of those still in fear and embrace them until the confusion dissipates, and they learn to love themselves completely.

And you race forward to stand with me and looking into my soul contemplate the fallacy of separation, For I carried you in my body. I made you. And even as it seems we exist as separate, we are still one. For where would I be without you? I would not be me.

And, standing here, watching you in the waking dream,

the force of my love exists as its own gravity, and you are there and I am here and we are Apart

and yet One,

because my dream was unable to be dreamt without you and therefore time recedes and in noble empathy

you grasp my own feeble hand as I realize in this very second, tears so grateful,

that I didn’t make you.
We made each other.

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