Higher and higher,
Fluid tension, magnificent beast climbing,
Step upon step,
Reaching me in waves,
Washing through me,
Holy oil of music, slick and powerful -
I tingle,
Hands lifted to the sky,
Drawing down the energy,
And I’m flooded - wantonly consecrated.
Down on my knees, head to the Earth -
We are close, communicating,
Breathing in our wholeness, my body dust,
My breath, air,
And the blood pulsing through my veins,
The rhythm of life, the flowing sound of the Universe
Blessing this world as I cradle her soil,
As I kiss the scent of the rising storm,
Heart to the ground, palms now flat -
I am your vessel,
My heart and soul sacred,
You are my body,
My Spirit, my life…
Dena L Moore
June 10, 2008
Thanks so much to everyone who has read and left comments on my recent works!!
I will miss being able to comment on your poetry when I leave july 15th
bless you
Edwin
A StormSpinner kind of poem: wish I'd written it - you can feel the building passion, the adoration, the praise and the release - beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.