The baby reborn with the Old Soul Crone
you are not alone
as you cry and cry
then silently lie
feeling unsafe
never known
far from home.
The adult sleeps.
Grateful you are finally quiet.
The babe is exhausted
nervous system blown away,
cells are frozen 26-hundred-days
to be retrieved in your old age.
Answers found upon a page of parables
where The Ones with me do come to see
I will never be alone.
The Truth
has found me planted in the flowering field,
budding now to blossom fully and reach the Higher Sky.
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