to hold the vibrating essence of the one within your inner silence
is to stand and turn
within the peaceful garden of your stilled essence
to offer a depth and quality of love you would only offer the long forgotten father of your soul
a father barely remembered
his calling voice barely heard
after an absence of longing for something still shrouded in unknowing
returning along a path less travelled guided by the distant flickering light of faith
to the one unknown, and yet only forgotten
wafts of the ether of remembrance grace the heart’s awakening senses
the dawn of an embrace of deep love unfolds
a flood of remembrance follows
the essence of love between a mother and child permeates the air
joy springs from the depths of the earth
oneing becomes one and one becomes oneing wrapping into itself
foals, fawns, and lambs leap with joy among blossomed fields
such is the love that breaks through the hard shells of our ever-growing beautiful souls
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Lovely words and imagery. 💕
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