“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
