Spirit Mother
The more sensory information you gather, the stronger your connections with the world can be. ~The Pattern~
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In true form, I call and she’s there.
Simple messages, words only I’ll understand, letting me know she cares.
Hearing my cries and I cannot deny, I’m more aware.
This connection I’m starting to understand, becoming less and less rare.
Pieces to the puzzle seem to fit right in.
Mind that has haunted me my whole life, thanks to my kin.
Learning to reflect outside, what I hold within.
Loving myself fully, is where I had to begin.
Spirit Mother is what I’d call her.
From way back when, before I even made ten, she hasn’t faltered.
There when I’ve needed her the most.
Yet in my current life, she remains a ghost.
Who is she to me, help me to see, I ask of the Great Mother and Father.
Dreams, dimensions, timelines throught all of this life.
Ask and you shall receive. .It’s all down to what you believe.
Led to her garden. Brought to my line of sight.
This knowing can’t be denied — and when it’s time to wake up, I don’t want to leave.
~Introverted Sage~
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🪶Introverted Sage
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