Goddess, I enter your sacred space
space that is always there
waiting
open
welcomingSpace that I forget to touch
that I forget to drink from
space that I forget to look for
expansive space
space within
and space surrounding me
space that can be found in a group of women
and space that can be found
in a life with small children
perhaps difficult to see or grasp
but there waiting
holding
just the sameIn the quiet I can hear myself
and I can hear You
I can feel myself
and I can feel You
Breathing
resting
holding
pulsing
in an everpresent ground of relationship
and relatedness
and beingness
togetherThe great invisible web of incarnation
in which we are all
held
touched
connected
deeply, authentically
and forever.
–Molly, 7/9/12
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