Soul Awakening

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by Alison Stormwolf

I guess I am clumsy
Clumsy, yes and stupidly impulsive
Took a precious crystal cluster
Millions of years old
Millions of years of growth to reach
That state of pure perfection

Treasured crystal,
Which spoke of magic and beauty
Beyond the realm of human existence
Tried to cage it in silver
Tried to own it.
So I could wear it
It would be “mine”

Well. Of course,
We cannot own the sky
Or the thundering waves
Or the four directional winds
Or the Mother Moon
Or my precious crystal

It rebelled against my intention
Allowed itself to break
My clumsy hands…
My ignorance..
Its timeless freedom..........

Do not combine.

© Alison Stormwolf


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