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.