Starlights

She walks, hesitantly.
Are they ready?
Do they remember their wholeness?
 
It’s a life journey, yes… for most.
And, the new ones are starlight incarnated.
 
We all were, but our remembrance was
locked away in a tighter knot.
Not for them…
but still, she wants to be sure.
 
The fear of remembering,
disconnecting from illusions
that keep us oh-so human,
and grounded.
Safe.
 
It’s a mother’s job.
Her most sacred promise,
and desire.
Her work.
Preserving the starlight,
protecting the being.
Leading them with trust
and conviction.
Absolutely no rope.

She was not able to
leave her soul hidden.
Even when she
wished to let go
of anything that
reflected the
loneliness of being
The One.

Ever flawed.
Ever sensitive,
yet so afraid of
the depth of her heart.

Would her children
own their souls?

She held their hands,
nursed them with love,
encouragement
and the liquid gold
from her breasts.
Into the starlights.
 
For so many moons,
and decades.
Probably lifetimes.
As they are all
her children.
All aspects of
The One.
 
And now…
Now.

Integrating.
walking,
she behind them.
Finally trusting.
that now she
can embody
Heaven on Earth
knowing they
are there, too.
 
Because she now
sees they never left
their starlight.

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