Dear me,

When I look in your eyes I see perfection. I feel a glow, a spark from home. I see the light you carry. The struggle and the pain. I see the joy, the playfullnes and how you love to sit. I want to let you know that you are beautifull, that you are totally oke. When you do the grocery's and when you are lazy, you are good also. You are great in everything you do, and in everything you not do. In every action you let your light shine. When you smile and when you are grumphy you radiate your wholeness. You are perfect. You are good. You are wonderfull. Even when you feel alone and don't know what to do, you are god also. It isn't something you can earn or become. You are. In everything, every thing you say, or do, when you are sleeping or awake you touch the earth in a magical way. Did I ever told you, that you are special? So special that there is only 1 you? That you carry a flavour, a tast, a colour so unique that only you represent it? You don't have to DO something or follow a guideline. You shine like the sun. You are a mirror of the sun. Play your part, be yourself. Honour yourself every day for who you are. With your great fat belly, or skinny arms. With the freggles on your face the zips or the soft skin. Look in the mirror and you will see the face of god. Yes, look in these eyes and see the soul that carry the light, that makes a journey. All the story's, all the experiences can be seen through the eyes. Everything is collected and stored in the crystals of earth. In the big archives of akasha. I know who you are. I know what you have been through. When you felt alone in the dark with no hands to hold you. I have seen it. I was with you. I felt the dispear. The sadness. The longing to go home. i was there when it changed. When you slowly started to feel. I saw how the ice became water. How you remembered to let it flow, to be the water. To add a flavour to it, an emotion. I was there when you picked up your magic wand. One day you woke up and knew that you are the creator. Every day you rememberd more spells, more tricks, the art of being in the now. Dear me, I witnessed the first smile on your face after a long time of sitting in the mud. You carry a story that wants to be told. You are magnificant. Dear me, dear god also, it's an honour to know you, to be you. There is a wonderfull time ahead of us where we can play. Where we can discover each other, amaze ourselfs. Let's create miracles. Dear me, I love you with everything I am. Thank you for being me, dear dear child of the universe. I hold you in my arms, for I am your mother, your father And the womb in where you sleep.

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