i am a dwelling place of spirit, hope, healing and possibility.
a resting place for doubt, grief, fear, uncertainty, worry, frustration, disappointment and anger to be aired out with breath and tender patience.
an abiding of body, heart and mind in joy, equanimity, compassion, transformative love and freedom.
a sacred space.
i hear the mothers whisper-chant: do not abandon yourself, dear one.
blending with the harmonies of grandmothers singing: seek refuge in the dance between heartbeat and breath.
buoyed by the infinite canon of their prayer-magic, i have trusted myself into love,
loved myself into healing,
healed myself into death and rebirth,
becoming more and more of myself, and still something new.
done and been done
still they appear in dreams
unsummoned
cords cut
but roots regrow
when memory whispers my name
new work to be done and done again
unhook and untether
call back my energy
reclaim my soul
i am not yours
to harbor in distorted reverie
no longer known to you
no longer held by you
no longer the light
by which you warm hands and heart
or take shelter from your own shadow
in my place, i seed
grace, gratitude
and the tenderness of mercy
then raze the tomb where you encased me
and seal the crack you slipped into.
15 sept 2017
tscottmiller 