Chant of the Inner Child

We all are children, adrift in the harshest world…

Forever afeared and covering it,

Forever seeking, forever stoic.


We may add a few layers of growth,

But that tenderness at the core remains.

Whether it’s shielded, shrouded or indulged.


The most wonderful things can come out of it,

So much impetus for love, laughter and creativity.

Also hurt, vindictiveness and destructiveness…


The calm watcher isn’t half as real,

Has much less influence.

Yet is needed to temper the wayward child.


When joy gets cut off and the child retreats; what then?

When it’s too scared to come out and play?

When its secret wishes can’t be heard?


How do you comfort it, upset as you are?

How do you soothe when you are chaos?

How do you connect, to heal and ascend?


That is the essential journey.

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