sacred is

the place where i tread my path

knowing not where i go

 

the rhythm in my hands

and my heart

pulling music from the void

 

and then there was sound

 

the vision of you in myriad forms

human and not human

a voice in all things

 

the darkness where i find

a deeper you

a deeper me

 

the water

still and falling

ocean and pond

drip and drop

birthing us and holding us

 

your breath

whispering poems to my soul

 

woman

life giver

carer

wise soul

wife

 

that death which taps on my shoulder

reminding me i am nothing

was never really here

but was

always

 

My submission for Amaya’s Holy Places prompt at dVerse.

Of course it is also NaPoWriMo and this counts for that too 😉

 

 

17 thoughts on “sacred is

    • paul scribbles says:

      Thank You. I genuinely struggle to fully receive compliments like this. My inner critic is already questioning how many love poems you have actually read but I have instructed him to go sit at the back of the auditorium and be quiet. So Thank You whole-heartedly. You made my day ( and ruined his)

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