Sometimes heavy squalls
Besiege my mind
As thunderous anger rages
Rattling the bars of these inner cages
My soul cries out like a hurting lion
Too long confined with a thorn inside its paw
Longing for the freedom of open plains descends
And my dreams become dreams of
Restlessness and running
As angels hover all around me
Urging flight
Oh the freedom of coming to gaze
Upon it all with elevated sight
To recognise a part of me is free
Can live outside these old trances
And worn out dances
Can be centred within the eternal self
As I become the GODDESS
Gazing upon the hurting child
And through that love
Help her to recognise
And reconcile
All that made her lose the way
To her Self
