Entries to a Tardis
Of vast conciousness uncluttered
By nomenclature
Her soul a depth of infinite purity
A luke warm, shimmering pool
Reflecting the heavens
Exposed to everything
Yet seeing nothing
And yet here is the root of her clarity
And it brings me back to that day
Less than a year old
Surrounded by water
Dark, unknown shapes watching from below
Purity of emotion
As I swam behind my Mother
A soul beginning
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