Windy Night

As we become Galactic Beings

( Does anyone listen to Pam Gregory?)

She is most encouraging

Framing these difficult days

As a cleaning of the house.

A time to experience-

Feelings that just need to be felt….

Tranformed into something more round….

Their sharp edges not pricking the heart.

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There are little kids in us

That get hurt or sad or mad and inside of me

I have a tough orphaned street-urchin kid

He’s mad as hell and because

I understand his point of view

He is now willing to accept shelter in my house.

I’ve left the door open

Feels right to both of us.

On this windy night.

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