Trust the wildness.
If I were to stop controlling her.
She would burst into flames of her own
beauty. Of her own free, wild self.
Control keeps her safe.
But it doesn't keep her tender spark alive.
And so. I trade her freedom for her spark.
Alive. But not fully living.
Trust. And lay down the fear. Choose the wildness.
What is being born. Is alive.
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Norma Van Horn