to be held in this Beauty

Thin fine thread connecting Heaven,

I spiral down

to meet the Earth.

Listening to her,

I am raised up effortlessly,

lightly,

over and over again.

Tender surroundings

liquid gold

washes around me

protecting me,

holding me,

rocking me,

enveloping me.

So gentle and kind this is,

to be held 

in this Beauty.

Sarah Priestess

written in an authentic movement

offering October 20, 2008