Pulsing Toward Presence

blue moonlight © 2014 heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

sometimes the fragments
of expression
don't seem to coalesce;

they drip
and trickle,
flow
and gush;
not on demand
nor on command

they hide
unexpectedly
amidst
the landscape of my soul

heavenly terrain
cracks and textures
layered valleys and veils
voluminous abyss
and pockets of
sheer
blissful
emptiness

my heart stands here,
in this numinous glow
of sacred imperfection;
with bandages flapping in the winds,
flaming wings outstretched,
pulsing toward presence

this is 
the song 
I sing:

this imperfectly-timed
unruly
rambling
honey-drenched
serenade of living;

spilling out in a way
that only the beloved might see 
with eyes of wonder

from misfit 
to cosmic belonger
in the blink
of a holy eye

what use is there in seeing
every vast and tiny thing
radiating its
excruciating beauty
and brokenness;

if not to hold it all
in the cradle
of love,

to speak the strands of sacredness
that burn to be
set free
into this wild wild night...

words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
model: ofelia