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2006 eggshells break but
never hurt
for you are not the shell but
the bird inside it
like a hologram
a shimmering of her Self
stands behind her
etheric hand on human shoulder
the strength of all that is formed
and unformed
lean just a little further back
enough to fall into your self
soon shall the baby eagle speak with another Voice
for now, it echoes...
(but echoes carrying whispers of what comes)
Power
is nothing but silence, deepest love
