They called her, called her in, called her loudly.
Working together, they saw it unfolding, they began talking.
She knew with every step down the road of noise, her calling sitting proudly.
At the end of the street, turning left instead of right, this is the correct way walking.
Her way isn’t your way. Her heart and her soul understand deeply.
They are screaming at her in soundless blaze, she is aware, she can hear.
They watch her and tell her with a force she cannot escape, still climbing…steeply.
Do not dive, do not search, do not try, the why is not the way, it is becoming clearer.
This way, not your way or their way, not wrong but higher and wiser.
Disengage and listen to no one else but the calling and the soul.
Do you hear that? I think she’s coming, she looked up, out, in, she is the riser.
Let’s gather here and welcome her, our wings can shelter her, she can be our foal.
Let’s clap, let’s bring her closer, let’s show her the way.
She always looks out, she always finds me, she knows I am here for her.
They will never keep me away from what I am supposed to show her, and to say.
The cool and murky glow where I live, under a fortress, below the boulders, she sees through the blur.
They knew how to get there, inside her mind.
Like dissection of a crime with a solved confidence riding in her heart.
I move, I stand still, I glide, I explode, I fall down, I lift up, I will hope to bind.
She soaks the energy from me, I put it there for her, she is further, beyond, outside, inside, creating the art.
She will take her craft much further, I see it blooming and fostering and healing.
Nurture she does in all aura she reveals.
I see her, hold her, and let her words come through the ceiling.
Surrender and kneel together, star gazing we send her to every field.
My heat shines on her body, she absorbs the penetration without flinch or fear.
The guidepost so clear and strong, she listened to our prayers and galloped with trust.
She looks at me as the floating cloud hides my face, she is dear.
With a smile that creates life, a heart that beats too strong, an expression that addicts crave, she lights up the forest, her centuries old soul turning her enemies to dust.
Emma Wisdom 