A love I had forgotten
A love of the highest power
I caught the reflection of myself
Here, in this very moment
A love I had forgotten
A love I had first seen reflected in my mother’s eyes
Unconditional, without limits
Complete, free from judgement or expectations
A love of perfect imperfections
A love of life and new beginnings
Now released from the ties that once bound me
Going forth with inceptive joy of what was to come
Free from the insecurities and fears
Free from the destructive beliefs
Installed by a life lived
Of experiences, people, struggles now gone
Seen here now with truth
Seen here naked and whole
Myself seen for the first time with open eyes
Truly seen, with joy and excitement in my heart
A love of the highest power
A love witnessed here in my reflection
The greatest love of all
Without which all other search for love is futile
Caught in this briefest of moments
But with a power eternal
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