Sacred

As we breathe we become

Sweet humming, lavender stalks
caressing the sinuous echoes

Hello friends,

I hope you are well. Lately, I have been exploring spaces where stillness paradoxically births rhythm, and where shape, rather than limit, can give way to great aliveness.

So today’s poem is an offering to embodiment and flow, to the bones of what we are and the breath of how we move in the world. Variations, perspectives, prayer.

If I may, I suggest reading the poem out loud or listening to the audio for the full experience. From my heart, this is: Sacred.

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Sacred

Sweet humming, lavender stalks
caressing the sinuous echoes of
pulsing flow, like skin we
surrender into, body brimming
with pleasure born from magic,
being sung from the
thrumming, infinity gathering
its edges held within the
sacred, bliss into form

as we breathe we become,

sweet-humming lavender stalks,
caressing the sinuous echoes of
pulsing flow-like skin,
we surrender into body,
brimming with pleasure, born
from magic being sung from the
thrumming infinity, gathering
its edges held, within the
sacred bliss into form

as we breathe, we become

sweet-humming! lavender stalks
caressing the sinuous, echoes of
pulsing flow, like skin, we
surrender into body brimming,
with pleasure born from magic
being sung from, the
thrumming infinity gathering
its edges, held within the
sacred bliss, into form.

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Thank you for joining me in my exploration of rhythm.

I may need to slow down accordingly, so you will see me in your inbox every two weeks this spring as I get settled and give my writing a little more space to keep evolving. As always, I’m grateful for your presence and readership.

Yours,
Ana Cristina

Credit to the wonderful photographers at pixabay for the images I use in my notes and posts.

May the magical creature in you breathe and become.

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