I’m not going to tell you that the moon
keeps the secrets of the tides
because you hold the ocean in your body
When you are still
feel the waves rushing you softly to the edges
bringing you back to center
You were not born broken and forgotten
you, who were birthed with the strength of cohesion
and the force of a division that remembers unity
One thousand lives might bring you back to the place of origin
or you can go there now
riding the breath like a wave to seed the sacred
within
your body becoming the holy ground
fertile to the quickening pulse
ripe with life
it rocks with the memory
of home
Beutiful, Alethea. xx
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Thank you, Sue ❤
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Reading this poem took me home. Thank you.
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Thank you ❤
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