Plump drops of freedom.
Touching the sacred
found only
in the deepest surrender.
Witnessing a flowing
exquisite river,
a love that feeds.
A web that is my sister,
my son, my friend.
A pulse that floats me
when all effort is gone.
Safety in forgiveness
when Source is remembered
within my blood.
This vessel knows humility.
Aches and angles no longer need name.
Simple
weaving into a journey.
Of heart and the gems of continuance
a chalice full of medicine is held
in these woman hands.