A warm wind comes from the South

To land on her shoulder like a butterfly.

It carries in its pockets of air a voice

That is as calming as a lullaby.

Her heart slows down within her, 

Breath deepens, to let go of fear.

She travels down to the center,

Searching for her “Self” to appear.

 

She hears  a young child crying,

For things she can never possess;

And a child needing to find redemption,

By searching for a  way to confess,

All the sins from her childhood years.

She moves deeper inside her brave soul,

To find the “Self”  that  can come  forth,

To pull the parts  together as a unified whole.

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