When full, there is no end to her giving. It's as if she opens up completely to the world and longs to embrace all of its creatures, consoling them, uplifting them, energizing them, being a loving presence for them. She is lighter than a feather. She can't hold back the joyful sound of her voice. She can't be held down by the darkness of the night and of the world. Walking is effortless. The question of taking doesn't arise, only finding more beings to embrace and hold, for space in her is unlimited. Vastness arises, for she is small. Her beauty sparkles. The warmth of her power grows. In this moment, she exists as she really is. In this moment, she is free.
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