The divine light filters down from the stars,
into the fertile ground of our souls,
seeding our innermost beings with love.
The seeds that are growing, that has always been growing that will always grow
forms the tree of life ripe with precious fruit.
As we reach up for the branches to the succulent fruits we know
that the light, the soul, the seed, the tree, the fruit is love.


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