Thursday, February 24, 2011

No. 128

Love cycles through my Heart:
swirling, twirling
like a girl in her first tutu
I am filled by the Spirit 
of what remains unseen.
Voices of assurance
take the form of a warm
embrace from within
and I am child and mother
at once loved, lover, and love
spinning, going nowhere and everywhere
here, at the place where I begin.

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