I dream you, you exist, she says. Dream me, I exist, he says. The first daughter is born from Her. She carries the wound of self-consciousness. Her Story is a Labyrinth of reflections. The waters that birthed her are spiraling through her vagina, bringing the sacredness back to its mystery. Father Sun, Mother Water and True Love is all we need to endure in the spiral of creation, you are loved, Mother says.
Do you remember that song the sky was painting when you were born? Mother asks.
Mother, sister, daughter, child
You dream me, I exist. I dream you, you exist.I am another you. Trust is the most powerful thread in the fabric of human creation.
Mother is Dreaming.