Reptiles see with the eye of the Earth. 

Ancient wisdom

of a trillion lives

as the Mother

adopting form -

birthing and dying.

Each life

like a feather in the wind. 
A boy,

a girl,

a dog,

a river.
 

Each one as valuable in experience -

a life is a life,

is a perspective on Love,

has the ability to be

seen by the Self.

All is recycled.
It’s not personal - the ego self in our current form will not endure.
The awareness that is Mother will return to the heart of the I
And emerge anew in another form to experience itself.

And maybe sometimes we remember fragments of that.
Parts of us know what it is to be a tree,
a bird,
a flower,
a reptile lying in the sun.

All leads to unity, 

To valuing each life as Hers.
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