Written by Florence Mary on Jan 30, 1995.
I have passed the place of yearning, to longing for my dreams to come true. Where energy moves and shuffles along corridors of love between me and you.
For you are my brother. I am your sister, true. Our natures are loving when not filled with dread. Our home is the sky or the sea for both bring clarity of thought and of action when the heart leads the way and lights and shines through our nights and our days.
Come, my dearest brother. Come and show me the way and I will give all I can to you, through eternity, our endless day. How softly whispers love within our ears, our eyes, our hearts. How softly touches moonlight upon the waters and the stars. How lonely are our loved ones when we are near or far. For they do not understand this love that enfolds both me and you.
The secret is the music that plays within the stars. The magic is the vibration breathed upon our births. What is it that I create with a breath that is deep and light? Could I walk upon rice paper and not one rustle make? Or could I step upon the sand and leave not my footprints there? Could I pass from this world with no one knowing I was here? Does it really matter that I have been here?
Only if I have shared and created love as I have passed along my way.