what is created here

what is created here has no name, its flavor that of freedom, but who can say what each man experiences. the like of this is always changing, and the shaking leaf cannot fall, for the wind blows ever harder yet the stem will not give up its hold. we flutter in the breezes of the Mothers force, as all is hers we cannot fail, yet to attempt the impossible has no understanding. this life lived as one of miracles and joy seems a benign folly yet only truth exists within its shield. we remain unknown, little recognized except by those that have the power to see and hold this light unreserved in their hearts.none can come but are called by Mother, and none can stay that are not.but in this shell of  undying love there is nothing taken only offered, the chance of life without bars and ends, instead the universe is an open field and all the children play as if the whirling galaxies existed only for them and none other. here the light is never harsh and the emptiness never near, what is shared is love and joy and peace and understanding, like some fairy tale that has no finish but is written new every day. this life, this love i give to you my Mother for from you all things spring anew and fresh. as i kneel in gratitude, humbly to be your servant and lover, son and brother, with you and for you this life is lived. though uncharted and unknown we travel never alone but always protected and assured of every blessing for none is needed and all is offered to your divine life and this heart made a home.