Open and closed
Into the world she flows
Soft
Calm
Warm
She glows
A river to guide her
Streams divide her
A prism inside her
Keep watch for the sun
It is behind her
The winds try to keep her
The water it leaves her.
A promised land it is called
All wisdom
it holds
Find your way to sit
Entrenched
Cold
Lay down on the ground
Let yourself be unbound
The heavens
The earth
Fly up to the clouds
A melody so bright she closes her eyes
A prayer she says
An ode to the stars
Grateful for the painting
the art
For now I am free
As I was at the start
Go forward in bloom
Now friends with the dark
The lessons from above
A gift are the scars
Thank you for this journey
I no longer wish to depart.
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