I am not a mother
but the place where nurturing arises.
I am not a daughter
but the place where forgiveness lives.
I am not a lover
but the place where passion ignites.
I am not a writer
but the place where words dwell.
I am not a friend
but the place where secrets die.
I am not an artist
but the place where creativity forms.
I am not an example
but the place where Spirit visits.
I am not a woman
but the place where magic flies.
I am not a teacher
but the place where wisdom hides.
I am,
the place of beauty,
strength,
compassion,
perseverance —
all wrapped in Divine presence.
Moments with Millie 
I had to think about this. Nice that you took your focus away from the individual identity to what they actually represent. ❤
Appreciating your insight…smiles~
[ Smiles ] Millie, this is a very beautiful and highly philosophical piece of poetry; I love it!
You are always so generous. I thank you…smiling back!
Very nice. I belive I will RB this later today….RJV
Thank you for your kindness!
You are not a friend
But a place of infinite giving
I love you!
You love everyone hippie chic
Nope…some people I only “like.” You, I love!
I am nothing……. I am everything. I am love. ❤
I love how you formed this, Millie, a Divine perception…♥
Thank you. Always coming from you means a lot.
beautiful and joy giving poem 🙂