The Key
She opens her heart with a bright, platinum key
One turn counterclockwise
“Click”,
the sound of surrender
Her eyes
Sacred doors to the soul
sings solitude
Seeking divine love
To be be held in tender embrace
Of Her God who loves her like mystery
Like water falling through her palm and fingers
A baptism of sorts
A stranger greets her at the brown dirt road
A round, black and brown spotted dog at her feet
Greets her with a smile
The stranger hands her verse by Hafiz
She is anywhere and everywhere and nowhere
all at the same time
Time being it’s own dimension
One soul to another
In eyes met with soft, tender connection
A sacred pause
An open heart
The woman,
A scribe
softly speaks, “Merci”
“Joon”,the stranger offers,
“You have so many gifts.
Some you are yet remembering”
Discover the Hebrew stone Lapis in a cave of wonder
Shadows dancing on the walls
You don’t have to know all the why’s and wherefore’s to be free
To feel safe in your mustang mind
Of course there is pain sometimes
Yet you ARE light
Let it all move through you
Dance like alchemy
Sing melodies to the sky
Tender
Gentle
Ease
Nourish your days
Your practices
Like hieroglyphics
like music
like prayer
Light can be taught
Or shared like breaking bread
Or created like art
nourishing all your days with
Peace and awe.
Art credit: Picasso
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