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The Song of the Seedplanter
by Geraldine Britt
You are creatures of light.
From light have you come to light shall you go, and
Surrounding you every step is the light of yur infinite being.
By your choice dwell you now in the World
Which you have created.
And just as you were created. . . . . .
So shall you create.
What you hold in your mind and heart to be true
Will be true for you.
What you admire most
That shall you become.
Fear not nor be dismayed at the apeearance that is darkness;
At the disguise that is seemingly evil;
At the empty cloak that is called death.
For you have chosen these things for your challenges.
They are the stones upon which you choose to whet
the keen edge of your spirit.
Know instead, that ever about you stands the reality of
Love, life, and creativity. . . .
And at each and every moment you have the power
To transform your world into a heaven or hell
Simply by what you choose to believe, think, and feel.
You are life inventing form.
No more can you die on a sword or by years than
You can die in doorways through which you walk
One room into another.
Every room gives its word for you to speak,
Every passage its song for you to sing!
Whomsoever seeks truth, love, and light will find it for themselves,
In their own way, in their own time,
And in a time and way that is of their own choosing.
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