Camilla: Pepparkaksstaden, del 15

 StarBeing, ten, listen

In the privacy of  your own heart,

can you rest there?

 

Can you listen?

 

In the privacy of your own heart.

 

Who is the one

beating the drum,

dancing the rhythm,

weaving the song?

 

What is its sound ?

How does it feel ?

What is spoken ?

What is revealed ?

What is held as true ?

 

In the privacy of your own heart.

 

My dear soul,

it felt so dark I could not hold

a light

high enough

to see within

the privacy of my own heart

 

Now

 

the walls are tumbling,

the ground is shaking,

the heavens are bursting

and

behind the walls there is gold,

under the ground, clay

of new earth,

in the heavens the green

colour

of spring,

dawn,

heart

of the seasons of

all seasons

 

The season of return,

in the privacy of my own heart.

 

There is an anchor,

only the rope seems

too long

to allow the boat

to settle

 

in the privacy of my own heart.

 

In the privacy of your own heart

my dear,

is you.

You. StarBeing.

You.

 

 

 

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025