Dancing Divinity

Like the rumble of the earths womb ,
her heart beat speaking powerful words to the beautiful heart that listens ,
the sound of them , falling into dark places where thoughts ache inside of
consciousness . . .
Guidance enters to find pause ,to lapse into such stillness the spirit of such solitude .
Expansive existence dances around a still and left body , watching and observing ,
at the same time existing in no space of being .
The Soul speaks a mysterious language of knowing to mine own ,
it’s offering . . . un – utterable musings .
Where love aspires quiet in it’s own presence . . . dancing divinity.
Grasping no longer for lives feeble breath ,
the heart quietly still in it’s coloured eternal presence ,
becomes touched again , in silence a wholeness ,
unified again within the no entity spirit is . . .
Guidance written upon the soul there ,
not of words upon stone walls but profoundly scribed upon the sacred places of the
soul ,
the searching heart that aches to return to itself , knows . . .
There are no such sacred places that we anoint ourselves and make holy ,
than the spirited beating heart that feels .
Bright soul , nothing to seek than to dwell in the sacred places known of the
beautiful heart .
Those that know the dance of peace and silent wisdom of Spirit . . . being .