It takes a fearless young child
to make us stop in our tracks
and remember the song of
the fierce wind eating through
self imposed notions of reality.
Eva laughed heartily and ran
towards the mighty wind as
a force of nature Herself...
And so she appeared to take big
steps through empty space...but when I looked again,
I saw her filling up the gaps of this living moment
we missed...my joy became the spinning center of my Being and the
twig she offered me became a scepter for holding up
the innocence of the Source Child...
It takes a fearless young child to remember
her way home and all the mysterious
shortcuts we lost by growing up.
(c) Cezarina Trone