So the child says,
'Oh motherI am brave
But your happiness cannot be weighed as my own
My desire for you to flower
Are living words that have been carved in stones
Now, I must trust that the bud cannot be separated from the blossom
In which you will bloom in your own time and not be forgotten
Yes, I must trust that the power by which created the irradiating sky
Is the same power you have inside
As the Sun entices the Earth to dance
Undoubtedly you will love and be loved in this Divine Romance
I trust
This is not a choice
I must'
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)