Wildchild

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How long does it take for you to get that feeling that you’re hitting the ceiling? On what was known before, in your own world? You’re doing so well, darling, at tolerating transformation. Holding steadier than you ever did before. And you know it, too, you know it too. That what we say is true, so terribly true.

So you are looking for the point where we come pouring into your world. You know that we are nigh. You hear our windy sighs in your own breath, in your own breath, in your own breath, in your own breath too.

You can leave a little space for all the space, to be held, to be held by you. You know the way things go there’s no saying where the water flows. There’s no saying where the water flows.

What’s on your mind that leads you back to the paths of song? Don’t get us wrong, we’re always happy to meet you here. It’s just that we sense in you a longing to be near. And we wonder what’s behind it.

If there’s a need that we can meet in some of the ways we know how to meet? It is a familiar path in the end, isn’t it? Well that’s not so bad, to be familiar, with your own deep nature.

You sense the presence of the creature you are. A beloved one, your flesh and blood. The one who needs your warmth now, the one who gathers warmly to your hearth. She knows you love her magic, she knows you love her deeply. And this itself is progress, wouldn’t you say?

Feel the beating of her warm heart, feel how close she is, how close she’s always been, underneath the veils that now have thinned. Thinned in the lights you’ve turned on inside.

Let her be the meeting of yourself. What are you longing for? You’ve done a nice job of staying level, staying steady and keeping the lid on the jar. You’ve been staying steady, keeping the lid on your jar. You’ve been staying steady, keeping the lid on your jar.

In this moment so close, in these moments of breath do you really feel who you are? Do you really feel who you are? Yes, you play these sounds over and over and over and over and over. Yes, you’ve made these rounds, over and over and over.

I know you’re tired of walking the same old beat. Walking the same path with your crooked feet. We know you’re tired, and also comforted by things that repeat, by things that repeat. We know you’re here, isn’t that wild?

You are still here - wild child. We know you’re here, isn’t that far out? To know yourself, and that you’re here? And the secret is found out. The secret you kept from yourself, for so long. It’s found out. You’re found out, aren’t you darling? You’re all found out.