floating
seem to be outside
the window
ideas
float and swirl
millions of them
in this space
one at a time
they come to rest gently
on my hand or nose
and melt
from the warmth
i love this space
to meet the ancient,
the one
who continues to knock
and knock and knock...
lost child,
momma!
momma!
momma!
it's cold out here
it's snowing
help me...
momma,
i need...
i want...
you should...
momma,
can you hear me?
over and over and over
the child cries
until we sit still,
and open the door,
sit her on our lap,
and really listen
tell me everything, child,
'til you have no more to tell
i will hold you through it all
you are safe here
your story can not hurt you any more
i hold you
always
we are held
by Infinite Love
cry your eyes out
feel your feelings
let them live
let them pass through
love
is
forever
home
come, little snowflakes, come
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