The Rock is like our Grandfather , millions of years old .
We are only babies on this earth , and our earthly stay is a short segment in comparison...like 100 years.
I can see, at times , the infinite world that is a journey past the universe.
Some times I am there as a snow flake....I float.... and then return, back to this sad Mother Earth.
I can remember Mother's wound and feeling the energy from the sum, and as I emerged I was fascinated by a light , as though under a lamp shade...
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