Inner Compass
deep in the slipstream
of liminal space…
trusting the
supreme navigator;
the sacred intelligence
of not-knowing,
the somatic wisdom
that dwells in the marrow
of my bones…
we are mere visitors
traveling through;
may we be gracious guests;
learning
the language
that is without words,
coming to know
the song that rests silently
in the chamber of our hearts…
sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
image: self portrait with feather
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