Sacred
(repost)
In this place
I am sacred
Where the wheel turns in absolute measure
Celebrated are the seasons
Those things that I can touch and taste and feel with my hands
Taking pleasure in the profane, the mundane things
How rich the verdant earth is in her treasures
How everlasting is her graciousness
To host my body
The mortal vessel wherein my soul resides
For a time or until such time that I am free
To be all things or no one thing at all
To exist as part of the circular expanse of energy
To give freely of myself in ways that flesh and blood do not allow
And still to be of the earth from which I sprang
As Aphrodite from the foam of the sea
Into her waiting arms
The mother who cradles her children from birth
Nourishes them with the fruit of her bosom
And holds them in her embrace when death has separated the spark of life from the body and spirit.
I am sacred
In this space
Because I am of this space and it is of me
*Originally posted 3 years ago*