I listen to Matis and my Heart Soars..
Sampo! is Equal to Shalom! its Eggs and Chickens... Its Wassail.
Its the things i refrain from saying, from showing, i hold so much back. It is right under the surface, and I know it is felt. I wait for dissipation of fear to let loose the deluge. i dream of the day of full expression.
Until then i take Sandy's words- Be patient.
I have so much, I give what is allowed.
I love. So much, so full, so selfless.
All to one, to seldom Hands held out i give.
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