"Gentle, gentle, gentle
Just love me.

Kind, generous, 
loving,
fierce.

Listen to the bodies,
for they hold our souls.

Letting soar
your wisdom
out there,
like angels’ wings,
unheeded.

The body is old,
the mind is not.

I will not be here forever,
in this body,
in this pod.
Just love me.

Love me for the Love I am.
Love me for the sacredness,
of life,
of dark of light,
of shadow and sun.

Love me for the tender stubbornness
of which I am.

Here, there and everywhere.

Gentle, gentle, gentle

Be-ing, Isness,
All.

Gentle, gentle, gentle

To the very core.

Wolf’s paw
or pup.
Cat
or cow.

Gentle they touch the earth,
fierce they live their life,
fully,
in every breath.

Gentle, gentle, gentle
just love me,
discover,
embody that."

Sung through the breath of perfection and snooze, her words very thinly danced in on the page. They had knocked on the heart and the door opened she guided the pen, sang her song in the ether, the space of space, the Akash. She, who is still here. The Sister. The beloved. The Soul.

Dusk is approaching, stars adorning the velvet blue sky.

Stars.

Hjärta. Stjärna. Pepparkaka.

– Cecilia Götherström (and Elsa), December 9th 2021