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Song To Soul
Hold me, dear Soul
As the wings of a gentle dove
Swaddle me in peace
Come into my Heart,
dear Soul
Thrust me
With the force of my own relentless suffering
Into the marrow of my life's shame
Entwined as flesh, blood, and bone
Encasing me in despair
Wrap me
In your clear knowingness
For eternity,
And for this brief and treasured moment
I call life
I am a hungry woman
Aching from emptiness and desire
Grasping for the replenishment of your Love,
dear Soul
Move me
With the dance of passion, of ecstasy
As the winds of change
Blow me to the center of my own betrayal of myself
The threadbare satin blanket of my childhood suffocates my mind
The shroud of my attachments
Listen to me
As the breathless cry of my pain and sorrow
Are drowned by the flooding of my creative juice
Abandoning myself to become a Savior
To humanity
The excuses of a woman, an artist,
Are imprinted upon my identity
Teach me
To dwell in the sound of the Silence
As the faces of illusion float like clouds above me
Creating limitation on my very existence
I dip my feet into the dark pools of my pathless path
Turning to stand and face my fears
As an offering to my Source
Mirror for me, dear Soul
That which I AM
In the faces of my enemy and my friend
I erase the burdens of a thousand lifetimes
With one glimpse of unconditional Love
And hold each as myself
I love thee, as me, now
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| Change/Transformation | Real/Illusion |
| Negative Feelings | The Silence |
| Positive Feelings | Soul/Being |
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