H eavy is the heart
A t the
R itual of seeding, a calling out
H owling in
A spiration and Hope, the Mother of Mystery
R eleases the potential, to the power and purpose of the Sun, And in the
E ndless pain of the process, of watering, of wondering, of waiting, a
H eavenly spark pierces the portal
A nd awakens to a new
R eality, the birth of the Son
I nto the sacred joy, of seeing, of hearing, of knowing, and of being, in the fearless
W onder and
A we that
H over, in the first glimpse of
E ternal light, the light of the
G. A.O.T.U, with
U nimaginable glory
R adiating, the wisdom, strength, and beauty, of the
U niversal and fraternal, brotherhood of man
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