Who do you think you are, young man?

My mother would ask me at times

She didn’t expect an answer, she was just trying to draw the line

But now that I’m much older

I am ready to respond

Hey, that’s a juicy question

Here’s my answer, Mom

I’m a Divine Being unfolding, not a child needing scolding

I’m a lovelight that’s evolving, not a problem needing solving

I’m beyond all definitions, spun from love without conditions

I’m a blank page

the world’s my stage,

I’m beautiful at any age

I’m a risk taking fool

And a huge-hearted lover

Thanks for asking the question

My dearest mother

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