Looking out my window watching infant spirits play. Somehow and for some reason unknown, they manifested themselves into this time space reality. Running and playing without a care in the world. They are free. One of them thinks he can fly and he will if he doesn't believe them when they tell him that he cannot. He came here knowing everything. He knew what he wanted. He knew who he was. A little mind...so open, so fresh, so imaginative, so innovative. A small person of peace. A ray of light. What will he come to be? Will he allow the ways of the world to transform him? Stay close to You little one. Remain aligned with your inner being innocent angel. Please know the Divine. Don't let them rape and pillage the beauty of your mind. Be free, be power, be love, be light, be peace, be joy, be happy...Just be my sweet spirit, just be.

Literary Thought

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