I am who I am.
The light that shines through me
is the light I create,
but it is also the light of my ancestors.
It is the light of my loved ones
who reach out to hold me
when I am falling.
It is the light of those who
ignite the fire inside of me
when the Universe holds up the mirror
and reminds me that I must keep moving
forward, forward, forward.
It is the light of my Creator
flowing love –
and peace
and kindness
when I need it most,
and so I can pass it to those who need it, too.
I am who I am.
I am no one –
and I am connected to all things.
My life is beautiful and I am thankful.
And I am ready for the morning sun.
11/11.
