Coming into Union - Straddling Worlds

Her mind will check out first, when she realises that she was falling in love with words,

The house will feel empty, grey, stagnant

From here she will feel her heart,

Rage, grief, confusion

Then she will begin to hear a familiar song she had believed could never be heard,

She has no option but to dance,

Rivers flow

Its only when words and action align that the banks gain the strength to carve her beautiful melody,

or lose her song to the maestro on a distant shore

Its an energy thing

Lost, and always home

Straddling worlds 🦋

The seer and the seen

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