This is not your body.
Breathe the river of the Beloved's embrace.
Sweep open the hand.
The piles of old rags and discarded furniture are washed away in one breath.
The door to the Temple is revealed once again.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Impeccable
With such grace, I watch you shrug off one cord after another.
Scrubbed clean, this jewel shines from within.
Solid ground in a spinning world.
Johanna
Meditations of star travel, riding rivers of Light-to-Matter being born.
Your wise heart holds all of Creation in loving embrace.
That same gentleness in your finger's touch: holding loved ones present in this moment.
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