a time
for silence.
to disappear grandly
into the deep nothing,
that is everything.
familiar
becomes strange.
the fiercest of bonds
are slackened
by an ever errant wind.
but that breeze has a purpose,
and
a name.
a name without letters,
which peals like silver laughter
in the depths of your soul.
She
blows like a whisper,
and
She
whispers
like a shadow.
She
knows where you are going.
She
cares-
She
cradles-
She
casts you into the maelstrom-
with strong loving arms.
but you will be lost
to them.
even as you dance upon the starlight,
they will
only see you
kneeling
in the shadows.
they have not heard HER song-
or they choose not to.
she is Your mistress,
Your guardian,
Your mother….
Surrender,
and be loved.
Surrender,
and join her in song…..Surrender,
and be love.
bring them out from the shadow,
and let them dance
in the fire of their souls.
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