melting crusts
within the icy floodgates of grief
By Anna Aimée Finken Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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moving waves,
a tectonic melting field
within each crack
a blessing
whispering silent letting go
we move through seasons of seeing
the piercing gaze
that has always been
and although the piercing may seem to wish to
bring you to the precipice of feeling
it's love is
each twinkling
glistening
speck of snow
each blessed
vegetal, aquatic cell
woven through
singing through
bleeding through
seeing through
breathing through
itself
Original Love reverberating and rippling
through the densest of ice
the winking of the adamantine sparkle
the rememberance that even the protection is Love
simply awaiting to be felt, heard and seen
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About the Creator
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