September 29, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #76


You come to me

I am breathing your breath

With tenderness

I fold fear into a tidy bundle

Place it outside

It knocks and flaps

But I will not let it in

My space is sacred

All is holy

Prayers are placed

On water

Incense fills the air

No more ambivalance

Dazed by  what you plan for me

And yet…

No skip between

Your plan and my action

The empties

With all of their fears and insecurities

Have scurried into dark corners

No longer witness the light of day

Note:  The muse is unknown, unseen, unheard, but she is with me, when in the studio, she guides me in all that I do.