in the breast of the mother--
lay my sorrow down,
curl up on a meadow green
weep my tears and be unseen,
give away my bitterness
to sky and cloud,
to leaves and grass.
Let the pain and sadness go,
seep into the dying glow
of embers
by my own campfire,
daydreaming
as I retire
all the plans Ive ever made.
I'm sorry for the hurts I've sewn
my contributions to abuse
prying, shaking, let them loose
to lie within dark soil of Earth.
I gaze upon the mountain,
take in her strength,
her steady course
through eternity,
the northern star,
the stately hills
the powerful rocks
and endless sky
open to the constancy
of souls that soar
forever free.
To find again the joy I lost,
to rescue my vitality,
to surrender this deep inner struggle
and open to the freshening breeze.
Let me huddle in the mother's breast
small beneath the cobalt sky
spark a widespread joyousness
to light the dark inside.
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