Knowing...

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We are Lightbabies.

Golden Grace.

Wings,

meant for flight.

We are delicate,

and pregnant with goodness.

We are each made of

such a quiet

that the entire universe can hear us.

There is only

The Opening, The Unfolding

ever happening.

All else are thoughts

~Lollipops for the mind~

WE

are

Lightbabies,

parading as Humankind.

I am a precious occurrence,

and I don't have long.

We are a precious occurrence.

And as long as we think we have,

we don't have long.

Too much time is being spent

running

from face to face, 

asking, 

"What is my name?"

If you don't yet know it

~or if you've forgotten~

then become still

go within,

and answer it.

You

are a

Precious Occurrence:

Tell us your name.

The poems you've read here are available in the book, Home Remembers Me, a collection of over 90 poems written by Em Claire that support the journey of "a Spiritual being having a Human experience". Also available on audio as a double-CD set, read by the author.