My Little Self

-My little self - in the limber air did I listen to her soft voice, In whispering tone she poked In melting posture. Lying upon my dumb heart she cried in soft inaudible voice, With little fingers she knocked upon my seasoned chamber. In dreamful air did she smile with deep meaningful right. Her glowing beady eyes wert piercing my frozen flank. Stirring my torpid spirit, did she play with my platonic mind. Her angelic pride was hurt and she rebuked my guarded egotism. I was a little baby with my little one, In the Self-born field of ecxistence. In the ocean of unborn spirit I was lost with my adorable bairn. Upon my awakening, I am a deserted being with unagitatednumbness.