Light with what is heavy.
Like a Bee.
Tiny wings miraculously lifting an impossible body. Uplifting. It can be done. Against all reason - ridiculous essential buzz.
Light - sweeten the hive.
Lighten ourselves and the amrit flows.
Feeling the places, the sugar got stuck. Crystallised honey pressing on the joints.
A light-worker on her knees for too long.
Its time to stand up. Its time to move.
Doing the unstuck this body starts to buzz.
Amritham.
Honey- 'I am light'
I Choose Light.
Born of the light.
Light will lead me home.
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