11/9/09
In a time far back, in lives forgotten now I knew her once as mother, priestess, guide And turned to her as a flowers to the sun. Within the body's walls I felt her peace, Lost her but to find her once again In different forms, the Mother of all worlds. Now she has come in full embodiment, Beautiful and radiant, Divine. Though the path is long and difficult the task And though the mind still clings to old ideas And body to ingrained accustomed ways, The vital nature to its specious wants, All shall be changed for she has chosen me, To cross the perilous seas of ego-self And reach the destined shores of consciousness That lives in light and knows all life as one.
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