
Her touch has liberated my Essence of Spirit.
So intuitive, so in-tune,
speaking the language of the Breath, of the Body.
Communicating with my Being on an intimate level.
Freeing a sensation, an elation in me that lay dormant,
just barely under the surface,
asking to be released.
Pore by pore, as the cedar dripped over my skin,
saturating my blood.
Releasing my lymph nodes with every hot exhale and
every beat of the heart as it speaks back to me on the pillow below.
The divine, precious sensation of awe of the
truth of the present moment.
Flickering in me like a single flame in a dimly lit corner of a birthhouse.
No two flickers are the same, ever.
How can that not captivate my every sense, as I gaze,
absolutely in Love with the flame and its uninhibited dance.
It dances a waltz with the shadow of her pregnant belly.
She is cedar.
She is the divine feminine,
the same that soaks into the pores of my neck and back,
guided by the caress of a hand,
one that has no agenda and no stories,
one that is honestly, glisteningly and
lovingly guided by the breath of my skin.
The gentle voice of my sisters tickles me from so near.
I watch her flicker as she holds the
Full Moon inside of her pregnant belly,
a punto de dar a luz.
I am simply captivated by trusting acceptance,
by this present moment.