She speaks from the depths of wisdom
Her voice is throaty, ancient and flirty
It carries the breeze of a thousand seas
The tender fold of an elephants ear
And the late night whispered giggles of children
She is the artisan within
This beautiful banshee had become lost in the mist of other people's delusions
Their voices leashed her to the common footprint
It became a maze of lies, non-belief and rule walls
Until the day she remembered she could fly
The leash could not contain her spirit
She leaped into the vast unknown
Flying to lands the delusions could not imagine
Wisdom patiently smiled
And her heart soared in the wide open space of All that IS
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