When there is quiet inside,
there is a song
that has always played.
For the little one,
for the one in between.
For you, right now.
Write the words,
hear the spaces.
Music is in your blood,
bones and shadow.
When there is quiet,
free from the fear
of what hides in you,
there is a song
that you wrote,
long ago – and a song
you are writing now.
The bridge, that is this.
Song, keep moving.
Sharada Devi
Beautiful.
was sitting, quietly alone, the other night.
at my brother’s house, while he was lying in the ICU.
was moved to open up the front door,
Shiva 🌙 poured in and sang to my heart ♥️
taken with the beauty of the moment, I wrote down this poem
cross flow breeze let in waxing
golden flame 🔥 crescent 🌙
thru open Dutch door portal