Whole.
In parts. Pieces and pigments, pixels zoomed out.
What color are the eyes?
Beautifully hazy. Sometimes clouded with doubt.
Ah.
But there it is, that golden glint.
That fire spark!
The divine within.
Shadows cast a hue, making it appear dimmed.
Mirrors, oh mirrors.
Some dark and dirty, from years of neglect.
A crack here. A cobweb there. Abuse and misuse.
All they reflect to her, their own pain.
And cycles. That which is not her own.
But these houses aren't her home.
no.
The nature she seeks, is the emerald green jungle,
Freedom. And release.
Her feet find the hidden path, that she walked in lifetimes...
Before.
A path so familiar, but soft.
like the
brilliant white
Sunlight.
Her body is a magnet for that which she seeks.
Drawing her in, pulling steadily at her feet.
The tingles down her spine,
feels like lovers fingers
Entertwined.
Trickles, ripples and dancing dragonflies.
She's arrived.
"Look" her heart beckons
"What will I see?"
"Look!" her heart pleads
A ripple is created, like the hurricane of a butterfly's beat.
The tears from her shining golden eyes....
"plip"
"drip"
The Tiger remembers her home,
she remembers, why she's here.
Fearless, golden courage, she is bold,
She is Here.
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