“I return to the beating of my Heart,

the place of feminine knowing

where all the maps have burned away

and this sacred moment rises to receive me.

I am nourished and whole,

embraced by the Beloved within,

nothing to add,

nowhere to get to,

just a gentle remembering.

The soft interior invites me in.

I slip easily between the worlds,

in a silky release beyond time and space.

I breathe.

I notice.

It is not me doing the breathing.”

 

~ Flora Aube

 

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