Her line goes back through a thousand mothers,
And as many winters,
To this moment now, the one she lives in
With grace and surety.
Do not approach her with ego, addiction, vanity or cruelty--
She will show you her back and scorn you.
But if she chooses you,
If she lets you see the unfettered natural passion behind her eyes,
If she says,
"you are mine"
Then you are--
Then you're blessed--
And you can follow each other through dreams along a snowy timber line
Into a place you've never imagined nor seen before.
Don't waste it.
Don't name it.
Know that it is Holy.
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