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Words can not hold you, my heart, for you are vast, ancient and
mysterious. You are definitely not a box of chocolates. If you were
opened someone might see instead a Crow's nestlike collection of
unrelated, odd objects. You are a hoarder. A few of them are truly
precious treasures which I will never give up to marauding pirates.
Although you can be a frozen pond at times, under the ice there is
deep dark water flowing, stretching, pulling, pushing to be free.
Overflowing, bursting in the spring always to be dammed and frozen
again and again .
When I try to visualize you I see pictures of Jesus, heart full of
arrows, wrapped in a sash that says "Love" , arms spread wide. You are
easier to open to strangers, children, animals, literature, film -
abstract rather than reality.
The closer I get to you the harder it gets to see/feel you elusive,
hiding around corners. I know you are there because it hurts, as the
Tin Man says. You seem to express yourself most safely through
loyalty, ferocity, protectiveness. A warrior heart ready to defend to
the death.
You are handicapped, battered, stormy but forever hopeful for
peaceful, safe harbor. For your efforts and hard work I am humbly
grateful, grateful, grateful...
Love, Starrlife
