Dear children,

We come from the wild ones

oh, the wild at heart, spirits like stars

the free

those beings

they seem unreal

yet, they are beyond real.

My wildly free mother and father

created the most exquisite chemistry

how beautiful, oh, oh, oh, how lovely indeed.


let us pause

let us ask

what kind of amazing brilliance

yields such wondrous results?

I, your mother

I, their love dove child,

born of the raw, honest heat of both of them

thus, becoming a duty, a responsibility, and a scribe to their beautiful dream

a divine legacy, noting

a proof

a truth; the truth

undeniably, that

infinite love does exist, yes...

and it is free.