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LONGING AS WINGS FOR WINDLonging as wings for windMy vessel seeks refuge in her gifted hands. Radiant warmth of Grandfather's fire Sacred space, a cocoon amongst layers of cotton. Safe and nurturing ways evoke memories of a peace long forgotten. Layer upon layer, wave upon wave Deepening ever so surely, effortlessly I surrender to the somatic bliss— My body sings out "more of this" "more of this." Anointing my soul— As precious oils allow the gently flowing strokes of her loving intention to soften the edges Left by a world I shall not mention. Sometimes I cry, as My Spirit lets go of its trusted tether And remembers to fly. Copyright 2000 Todd Zimmerman |