The stars spoke saying,”We are the constant, the spark of dark flame within your illumination. You are the path we guide our birthing by.”

I know it to be truth for your warmth wrapped about me, the quilt of eastern breezes, and I was held in an eternal womb of your vibrant sky dust.

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#NaPoWriMo 27

Come child drink from the well of your youth … do you recall the ripple of Mother’s essence gifted you? … they taught you how to prime the pump with merely a cup … the rusty old iron handle held in place … once released would lift you off the wooden well deck … you held with one hand and poured the primer with the other … then dropped like a bug bomb your legs tucked up to double your weight … down to the floor and again once more … until your heard the happy sound … cold, metal, flake, reflective joy poured out … your baby mouth hurrying to drink from you hands before filling the dusty cup … the overflow causing you to goggle at the way it splashes your wee legs … little toes wriggle in the rainbows … drink long and fill your soul … quench the thirst so many years have left you … it is Spring and you have come home again …

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