September 29, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #76

Muse

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.

8 thoughts on “September 29, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #76

  1. Brilliant writing! I loved: “I fold fear into a tidy bundle, Place it outside, It knocks and flaps,
    But I will not let it in.” What a spectacular thought! And “My space is sacred” really appeals to me. How very perfect!

  2. I was beautifully drawn in to the writing as if it were a suspenseful murder mystery – you know some say that the muse is the higher or the divine self – the part of us that is always aware of it’s connection to God’s loving presence & power.

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