The Birthing
The Earth’s heart wept, And Time spoke not of lessons and experiences
All was quiet
And within the quivering of all souls, Beauty birthed
And all around, a magical sound, A symphony of unity and oneness
All hearts opened, The chorus sang out
As Peace held hands with Love, And, in the blinking of all eyes,
A new consciousness, was born
© Amata Natasha Goldie 2015 – All rights reserved.




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