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IRIDESCENCE.

I welcome into my life all that was aligned and pushed away.
I welcome into my life trust.
Trust to allow the walls to shatter into a million pieces of foam.
Foam to form.
Foam to fade.
Foldable.
Mouldable.
Digressed.
I allow steps inward.
Closer, closer.
No need to run.
No need to chase.
Allow the discomfort.
Breath.
Breathe.
Trust.
No games.
Allowing.
Allowing the illusions to move through my being.
Wash away the mess.
White mist.
Pure form.
No dust.
Iridescence.

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LAY UPON THE MANTLE.

Lay upon the Mantle.

When you take me through the storm.
You lay your hand upon my heart and rest me still.
There I layed upon the mantle of mist.
Held, caressed by Mothers breast.
Upon the Earth of times layed by a nearing of the song.
It shall call you, you shall hear it.
It sings your hearts true song.
The surges, vibration.
The tremors of flow.
Rising high, rising low.
A quiver of Earth.
Shake to fall.
So the dust does settle.
Risen up.
Yellow sun.
The call.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.