Sacred

(repost)

In this place

I am sacred

Where the wheel turns in absolute measure

Celebrated are the seasons

Those things that I can touch and taste and feel with my hands

Taking pleasure in the profane, the mundane things

How rich the verdant earth is in her treasures

How everlasting is her graciousness

To host my body

The mortal vessel wherein my soul resides

For a time or until such time that I am free

To be all things or no one thing at all

To exist as part of the circular expanse of energy

To give freely of myself in ways that flesh and blood do not allow

And still to be of the earth from which I sprang

As Aphrodite from the foam of the sea

Into her waiting arms

The mother who cradles her children from birth

Nourishes them with the fruit of her bosom

And holds them in her embrace when death has separated the spark of life from the body and spirit.

I am sacred

In this space

Because I am of this space and it is of me

*Originally posted 3 years ago*