Atop the Stone, standing on the precipice of embracing perfection, fully present, I am aware of my insurrection,
“Be still, it is I that am you, in unity we are.”
My heart and spirit are broken,
“you are perfection.”
Yet you speak through me, and I feel your breath on my skin,
Silence…….
“The sounds of the spheres move you in an upward direction.”
Your scent a sweet perfume, a bouquet of moss, grass, rain, and wet dirt….
“It is the sweet nectar of perfection.”
It is painful, I feel empty…
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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