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The tree of light inside the pain

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

Ceaselessly.

In every moment and experience that I have I hear his voice saying

Come to me

Be me

Be All

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.