week 21

I feel the heartbeat of the baby in the stillness between dreams. I see inside myself. He is whole. He is a form recycled from other spaces in the universe. I know him well. He bathes in light. Perhaps to someone out there all that he is could seem impossible. I am someone else. He is possible beyond millions. He exercises his power of choice. This is why he as come. In this life, he is his own first Yes. Who knows the complete order or things? His mother and father are expressions of his choice. We are lucky to receive. We give in our completeness.

It is dawn and then it is night.
Everything I sense is real.