the feelings well up inside her chest
she moves with an urgency not seen
she sees a clearing among the cedars
she feels this opening to reflect
the space she has created
to dream her visions on paper
to honour the sacred circle
of her friends who know her
without speech, she enters
the cloistered peacefulness
of woods and meadow
the sanctuary of trees
welcome her as a gentle breeze
indicates her coming home
circle of trees, her family
holding sacred space for her,
and to all she holds dear
the mountain goat, snow lion
heard in the distance-- the brightened sky,
with thunder does cheer
Kate Lamberg
9/14/11
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