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)


is nothing but silence, deepest love

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Laurie

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