Oh, let me feel this fire burn in my body once more….

Let me feel my own heat rise within….

Electrifying all of me as I move in sacred rhythm

With

My soul…

Breathing the fire from the buried depths

I open, I surrender… My body flows and moves
Some pain arrives and goes,

I am not alone….

And I feel the movement of other women
In this still, paused moment in time-
Like the pause between breaths…
In sacred, sacred circle

I am this, here….this energy….
As are they- we, all are suspended together

The vortex/ our vortex spins
Transmuting that which transmutes within us

Out into the world…somehow….this deep work is felt

I am not alone….

In sacred circle we move as one

Though are dispersed throughout the world

Time and distance shall not weary us
Shall not restrict us from our truth, our birthright,
Our authentic innate nature

I am not alone…

And there again- that paused moment that melts into us

That touch of divinity that softens, enlivens, awakens,
And touches all of the jagged edges of my being
Brings up all that isn’t serving
Cracks through that which is not truth

I breathe, knowing others are breathing with me-

Though I cannot see them. I feel them.

I feel them edging, as I edge, toward truth-
Their truth-

Suspended in time- for there is no time

Just this burning truth within me

But it’s nice to know….

I am not alone…

 

~ Art Credit: Izabela Ewa Oldak