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 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

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