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SHE WHO IS EXALTED by Milijana Božović

This poem is written for my little daughter Alice…

She brought the Essence into my life in the most pleasant form! Sometimes I feel as if she is also like a mother to me in this life, as well as my being hers, because I learn so much from her in so many ways.

With my daughter in my life I feel as if I have a second precious channel to flow through. When I feel the divine energy of this new, pure being that has come through me, I also feel myself growing and blossoming like never before.

She Who is Exalted

Beauty is She
who surrenders to Life
bringing laughter
to each of our days.

For every fruit
has its precious core:
Give yourself to the muse
that leads you there
and recreate yourself
through her.

As She nourishes
the Primeval Seeds
in every cell of this Timelessness
She gives birth
to Luminous You.
The author pictured with her daughter, Alice. 

Milijana Božović: I am from Montenegro, Balkans, Southeast Europe. I am 23 years old. I've been writing since childhood, mainly poetry. It was and still is my way of writing a diary, through verses. In my opinion, it is important to have a way to channel one's own energy and one's vision of everything around, inside and beyond. I am interested in music, literature and translation. I sing and I play bass guitar a little. For now, I have one song recorded under the name Aera Barda. The song is Voice of Oneness (Moola mantra). I plan to learn to play guitar so I can present some of my verses in the way of singing, also. I believe in Love, Light and Peace.

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