and i went with my sisters
into the cathedral of trees
the one which has known us – each – since we could walk
and there we lay down
millennia of autumns
library of light made from loving
and shoulder touching shoulder we looked up through the vaulting ceiling
and the trees rang their tiny silver bells
and the milky way poured down her amrita
through the light years into the heart of our belonging
and at last i remembered
how it is to be beloved
to belong, precious
and the trees sang our names:
i was transformed with it

One Response to “with my sisters”

  1. Wow Sistar I was there too drinking the Amrita…did you see me? Never mind, thank you for reminding me to pay more attention to the gift of Every Divine Moment. Love you


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