The Ache

This inner longing
It rises sharply
curling, winding, unbending
Seeking, I know not what
Snakelike, uncoiling
My senses boiling
An ache so deep
A need so great
Needing, I know not what

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It’s in the trees
It’s in the fields
Its also in the mountains
The hand emerges
Sword held aloft
Ripples form and spread

It’s everywhere I turn
But can’t be reached
It’s all around me
The fires burn and burn
Flickering, twisting
Rising upwards and on

I’m lost in bliss
Sensing laughter – happiness
The aching rises
Seeking, writhing
But not finding
It’s release

Dear Lady take my hand
Lead me where you will
Be my guide, my Mother
Maiden, crone
Ease this ache
Let me know I’m not alone

Somewhere
All is one
It begins
Just to End
An endless return
The eternal Breath

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I am a child
I feel alone
I ache to end it
To be reconciled
Cleansed, to rest
Hugged, caressed
One – with the Goddess

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