Heartsong

Writing

Sacred speech forms and gathers
Like precious stones on my tongue.
My lips part softly
And a silver stream waterfalls
Into existence,
Shimmering in jeweltone
And pulsing with purpose.
The current swirls and contains me
In the eddy of ancient wisdom,
Coursing bloodwarm in the rich capillaries of the earth –
My electric heartsong pulses and flows,
Fusing and filling all life eternal.

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