Miracles

I think you’re made of music.
(Or think of yourself as music.). Vibrate now as always; in light.
Undo the past to remake your future.
Undo your fear.
Say that you are often wrong.
There is truth plus freedom in that.
And no effort is wasted nor will be.

Forgive yourself.
Like no one else can.
Enjoy it for some moments.
Then move on to the next beautiful revelation.
The next miracle you choose to create.

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