Mother of my Dreams
How could I ever have doubted you !
You restored my sister
Were you testing me, dear Mother
I bow to you
Preserve her.
She is is your gift to this world of Now.
And my luck that she is my guide.
My Mother, My Teacher and Guide through the Maze I can never penetrate alone. My Mother who called me through my Sister. This is a matter of faith. Not of reason. Not of logic.
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