In all the void and formless and desolate places of our lives,
dear Spirit, in joy and love,
hovers and moves and forms and breathes me
In this day of death and loss and fear… in this day of desolation,
Hope is lost, breathing is forced,
All crashes without, and within.
In this day, this moment, I collapse all that I am, just force the breaths.
In this day, I am nothing, void and broken and hopeless and desolate.
🩵🤍💚
Then arises an ease, ease of breath, ease of movement,
Then longing for life, then a bit of strength, a bit of hope, a bit of love,
Then one day, vitality… life force…
Then one day, joy and love and life smile upon me, and within,
Then one day, life is lived.
Resurrection … Born Again
Spirit hovering over our deep, void, desolate beings …
miraculously, forms all creation again.
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