the golden love child

by Rachel Lynch in

Today I learned that there is always a light within us that is free from all sorrow and grief, no matter how much darkness may be consuming the self. On the inside there is a quiet, deep place free from all sorrow and suffering.

Say good morning to the love child, she whispers in your ear and brushes your hair while professing the simple beauty of the golden sun blazing through the window.

We are stardust, we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.