The soul’s personal wheel –
the rote of the self
Is it the ego that wails?
The queries i yet have
are still experiencing adolescence.
Awake mother, awake
I seek to see that which i seek
Oh child of me,
forgive me i must rouse you,
you may not longer sleep
(and i know this is your wish)
Rise dear Heart of mine,
for i cannot breathe withoout you,
and yet
i know, in your way,
you are not keen on being seen,
(and really it is me),
But please, rise,
I will hold you forever
My love, you have a place