Sometimes, I have no idea what to say.
And sometimes, words aren't enough.
This liminal space between here and there is a space of silence.
A still pool of water I don't want to disturb, so
I sit at the edge of this vastness and remain quiet.
I look out over the landscape of wild moments
and I see the path my heart has taken.
I feel the fullness of the moon and the turning of the earth.
I hear myself in the breeze.
I have been woven into a tapestry of timelessness.
Words can not capture this.
My heart knows how to
let the waves crash and fall,
and rise again.
I am pulled by the moon.
I am held in love.
I am blessed by grace.
To the mind that wants to explain,
to know everything,
be still now.
Let the water be still,
"Surrounded by Deity" -- upcoming Witches & Pagans issue