Senses

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Priestess rocks behind my house

This is a place of holy beauty

This life is my prayer

I open my arms to the fullness that surrounds me

Breathing deep

Listening well

Touching softly

Tasting gently

Inhale…

Exhale…

–Molly, June 25, 2012

Spoken word poem that emerged unbidden in the woods today…

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