Staring down at earth a little light wondered if she should stay up high where angels roam, where there is no time, no space, where love rules and hatred is but a forgotten memory.
All of a sudden it struck her. Earth was the only place she knew where music intoxicates your soul and a wounded heart can fall in and out love again and again. Where pleasure and pain are felt in the flesh and good choices and no so good ones make us wiser. Where expressing talents takes us up high where our old friends the angels still roam.
There is no other plane where the game consists in finding the hidden God within us.
Where the rules are to forget who we are and the winners are the ones who dare remember.
Love was calling again...
As she plunged into her mother’s womb the little light said, “I am game!”
And a mother was born.
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