And since my body is being a source of frustration…here’s to remembering these words I wrote to empower it…and a poem that has the same namesake as this blog. 🙂
Fertile Ground…
My body is fertile ground.
She is a sacred garden
Where roses of inspiration
And daffodils of creation bloom.
She is as vast as the Great Ocean-
Water and blood ebbing and flowing
As Her waves and cyclesÂ
Entrain with the moon and the tides
Waxing and waning
Rising and releasing…
Her outstretched limbs and cells
Sway and bend with the winds-
Ever changing
Yet never breaking
Or straying from Her deep roots.
My body is a curving illuminated labyrinth
And Her heart is the center-
The petaled jeweled place
Of stillness and Love
Where all of life is born and returns.
My body, She is sacred and fertile ground…
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