Heavy weather

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

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