Disappearing Act

 

again, 
I lay down my
crown at the gate;

dis-integrating
un-raveling

relinquishing
all present
definition,

the very ground
beneath my
feet…

sinking into
the ocean of
invisible
supportive stratum; 

becoming bilingual
in light and dark

these sacred pilgrimages
to the birthplace of
our longing

so often we hesitate
to speak of these passages
until we return from
the woods,

our arms laden
with newfound
treasure...

today, I sing
from the belly of
my own disappearing act,

as I come to name
this, too
as home

everywhere I look
I see a palace
with an open
door...

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