LULLABY

I have hands to hold out to the world and let the light reveal the forms of my thoughts.  I have hands to till the soil of my soul and bring forth the new and never known before.  My hands hold the stars in there constellations and divide the true from the false and permit me to sing the song that only the moon can hear.

I am the daughter-son of the Quietness.  I am the only sound I hear.  My breath is the echo of the wind in my midst and it carries all of me to everywhere. 

My heart is the heart of everyone and there are many faces to me.  I am mine and I am yours and we are the truth that is known as I.

Can you feel the formation of tiny meadows in your inner-most being that permit you to run and be free, for you are the wind and you sing the song the sun has taught you.  You are here to dance the dance the moon has filled in your ever-growing wings.

You may speak of these things, little one.  Oh, little one, how beautiful you are.

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Words & Pictures© by Arlene Graston
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