In the moment I left my mother’s pink, velvet cocoon and its folds,
I believe I arrived in this world fists clenched because I held onto what is rightfully mine without question…
My dignity.
In the new world we inhabit, a welcoming team awaits us to show us a minuscule piece of our worth. In these moments, a hurricaneous onslaught of unconditional tear punctuated love smothers us…
Even if just for a split second.
Each one of us in the world deserves this moment.
The world does not always afford us this moment, so let our amniotic fluid drenched hands be the soothing ointment we need when we are not enough to the mothers who cannot afford our love.
May we travel the full expanse of this life knowing that every cell cradled by our being is more precious than any mineral to ever exist in this universe.
May we walk this earth knowing that we are here and deserving of love in the way that the source of all breath, life and existence intended.
Love is multi-infinity-dimensional and can never be fathomed. What we can fathom is who we are and what our desire for what we want to see the world become is.
So walk tall and listen quietly to your heartbeat and how it resonates with those of others…
Even when they try to trample you underfoot.
You shall rise.
You are born of a miracle. You are a miracle.
Own your heritage.

Image by Raghu Rai
Frank Malaba © 2017
Lovely ❤️❤️
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Thank you very much.
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Malabin, very special one man! Luv you fro here to Gibraltar! The photo is beautiful, give my congrats to the photographer.
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I’m sending love to you! Thank you for everything and believing in me.
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Dearest Frank
It is so wonderful that you are focused on your writing again. Thank you for sharing your Love given being.
Love You.
Heather.
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Oh Heather! Thank you so much! I’m writing and getting back to acting again.
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just lovely …
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Thank you
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You are the symbol of a miracle. You are the miracle
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Ah! That’s heartwarming. Thank you.
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