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\ndarkness a light is born. Like a sigh it
\nsinks deep into the folds of the blackness where it sings ever so softly. Its song is its breath. Its breath is its song. And it grows, steadily, gracefully, until one
\nday it unfurls into the darkness as a star.
\nAnd the darkness shoots away from that light giving it room. The darkness flies from the light, not out of
\nfear, but respect. For the darkness has
\nnothing to fear from the light. The
\ndarkness is not annihilated in its presence, it simply gives way, as a dance partner
\nbows and lets the other move freely. And
\nthe light continues to sing. Only now
\nthe song rises from its heartbeat, from its movement, from its sense of wonder,
\nfrom its sense of purpose. For the light
\nholds within its hands the seeds of a destiny, a destiny that will change the
\nuniverse forever. However the light
\nlacks one thing: direction. It doesn\u2019t
\nknow where to plant the seeds. For a
\nlong time this little absence of information doesn\u2019t bother the light, but as
\nit continues to grow, it senses somewhere deep inside that it needs a guide, a
\nteacher, a gardener–another light, to help fulfill its destiny. And so with all of the confidence of the dawn
\nthe light descends. It drifts down, down,
\ndown, slipping along spiraling currents, through rainbow-strewn caverns, and through
\ndark, dense forests. The further it
\ntrails down along its journey, the more its faith grows that the seeds of its destiny
\nare safe; so it tucks them away in the soil of its own heart and lets them sleep. And it falls and falls reveling in the idea
\nthat it is on its way to fulfilling its dream.
\nOne day it enters the Milky Way, veering towards the solar system
\nrounding the sun. It touches down upon the earth, where it spies a certain
\ncontinent and a country within that continent.
\nIt swims towards that country, heart shimmering with anticipation. It weaves down into a state within that
\ncountry, right into the flow of a certain city, and into a borough, and then, with
\none grand and joyous pirouette, it enters a building nestled among the trees. Finally
\nit settles, sitting before you in the highest form of its manifestation–a
\nchild\u2014ready; hands, heart, and mind hungry.
\nShe has chosen you<\/i>; she has chosen
\nto be in your classroom. And inside you
\nbow before that child. You sense the
\nimportance of her journey. And with the
\ndeepest reverence and love you step forward to shepherd this great light
\ntowards a garden into which she will sow her seeds of destiny; a garden you
\nmight not ever see; but you will know, that since you taught her with integrity
\nand a gentle, unyielding spirit, and with humor, her garden will help feed and
\nbeautify the world. Your light will
\nshine with her light, and together you will spread wildflowers across the land.
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