She longs to walk between the worlds
to taste the sweetness of desire
to listen to unspoken words
to hear what hasn’t been said
She longs to walk between the worlds
with a feather as her guide
to stand rooted in the knowing
that lies beyond the eyes
to witness shapes take form
as raven sweeps his wing
to rest as as dreams take flight
to simply stand in prayer
She longs to walk between the worlds
as the heart turns towards the stars
to see her life unfolding
to witness every precious strand
to meet the weavers of our days
and listen to their stories
as thread flows through their hands
She longs to walk between the worlds
and does, each moment that she can
slipping quietly away
to listen to the light
to glimpse the photons dancing
to lean into the wind
to breath and to remember
the life that lives within.
Truer words have non been spoken about my desires. Your Beautiful words transported me to the place inbetween.
Thank you, sweet sister of my soul