And So, I Am

Reborn within a conscious state
of innocence unfolding.
Unhinged within the basic myths
that are the very source
of the capacity for creativity.

Unknown and seldom understood
for what they are,
or all that they might come to be,
as time (that seems so precious)
becomes lost within a search
for nourishment that seems
to matter more than life itself.

Of this we are -
and so, I am -
if only recently unveiled
to the greater multitude.

Oh child, so divine,
how can we ever be
this opening into divinity,
if not for thee...?

Yet still, of this we are -
and so, I am -
as a purity of being
seeks to come to understand
itself again...

? Michaelette ?

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