She reaches up to the sky.
With arms held so high.
She calls to her mother.
This time she's needing peace.
As she opens her heart.
She starts to cry like the river runs.
She opens herself to the astral plane.
She realizes she's beginning to surrender.
To the mother, the father, the all.
To the one who was before them both.
She listens, she hears the heart.
The one that belongs to the universe.
She dances, she moves.
In motion, in gesture.
Swaying like the wind in the trees.
She almost entrancing.
Shes lost in the comforting arms of the air.
She lays down in a nest ready for bed.
One prepared by the earth herself.
She sleeps in this bed of green leaves and fresh earth.
She's falling into sweet dreams.
She is warmed by the fire;
A gift from her mother and father.