In that first movement there is only love.

From the moment of our birth we are held in love.

Even when the circumstances of our lives seem to show otherwise, even when veils of fear or anguish or grief hang in front of our eyes, we are never separate from that love.


In that first movement

there is only love.

Her body is love.

Each molecule is love.

She reaches out

with total love.

She has no expectation, but of love

because she knows no other

for she is that love.

Her whole Being is love.

She is birthed from love.

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