The yellow matures inside of pain
It grows like a tree
Made of all the personalities that I gathered
But losing them all in the light
My background is pain and freedom mixed together
Green is my mother
Pain is my father
And water is my soul.
I thought I was alone
But there is the view of a higher self
Mentors and spirit guides
And all the multitudes in the spirit worlds
And the multitudes in flesh
The eternal, unmoved, but supporting unification
In every moment and experience that I have I hear his voice saying
Come to me
And see, there is uniqueness in being all I am
There is being as a process
Tuning in to it and allowing
Then I become.
This is who I am: Becoming.