Song of Abundance
(I have; I am being cared for; I am capable)
The Light: My daughter, you are shriveled and pale. Let me embrace you to give you warmth.
The Dark: I hear a voice, but do not know who I am- thus do I not recognize it is speaking to me.
The Light: (rocking, rocking with me in His/Her arms) (rocking and rocking) My love, my love.
The Dark: I feel glad and the world is gentle, now. It probably will only last a few moments before I am beaten again by the spirits of my past and the future life I expect. But for now, even though I am forever undeserving of such kindness, I drink it in like a ferociously hungry monster baby.
The Light: It is time to awaken, my daughter- daughter of Light, daughter of my heart’s wishes, daughter of Love-eternally-manifesting, to your true being, to the reality of your life.
The Dark (Love): All that I have known is different than I am.
The Light (Love): Come to a deeper knowing and remember, my daughter. Come, deep, descend into the rest and nourishment where you live. Remember.
The Dark: (Remembering) ((I am your daughter))
(my entire world turns, as a baby turns to her mother’s breast, to an entirely new alignment with the Light- a face to face acknowledgment with God) To say, even, that I am new is to believe, still, in the old forms through which I thought I knew my world. I newly remember that I am always with You.
The Light: That’s good! Yes!
The Dark: My mind and my mouth want to chatter and chatter my every alive thought and feeling to you!
The Light: My ear is thirsty for the rivers of song that come out of your mouth.
The Dark: I am so happy!
The Light: I am happy, too.
The Dark: But… isn’t there much work to do?
The Light: Is there a greater work than the Love that we are sharing?
The Dark: (realizing) No. (stepping more wholly into the fold of His arms, resting more deeply, giving the gift of my tension to those arms, the gift of my life, given and received in one swoop of heart).
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