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The following is an assignment from the leader of my ladies group . I had quite allergic reaction during our meeting on Friday. The kind of reaction that is generally only precipitated by a cat on my face. It was suggested that maybe someone is trying to tell me something. I wish she'd send an email.
deep inside
dwells a
child
girded
wide eyed
hands clenched
across her heart
poised
as if the world
would end with
just
an audible breath
silent
invisible
frozen
like a rabbit
or more
like a mirror
reflect back
perfectly
pretend you aren't
reveal nothing
feel nothing
connect to nothing
live on a postage stamp
do not touch the edge
do not risk annihilation
there is safety inside
but the richness of
living in full self
is lost
So what
what's that
who cares
she cries from the
small tight world
where safety is everything
and fear is all there is
and the trail from
the soma
to the
deep inside child
is treacherous
filled with pain
hidden under
the camoflague
collection of years
few have known
her existence
her resistance
her power
dared to approach
I must stand outside
with compassion
feel her pain
as my own
pay attention
to the little breath
of possibility
inside
the clench
if released
has the power
to connect
with all
there is
after all
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Posted by Dakota at December 17, 2004 04:56 PM