Poetry Tuesday – Dwelling Place

Her mortal coil falls, shatters,

Yet her essence flourishes.

Within the depths of her hidden places,

She prances about,

As if embarking on a sacred journey,

A secret she won’t reveal in this fallen world.

If it weren’t too much to seek out the unknown,

She would pursue such a daunting task.

Eyes are blinded by her radiance,

For their failure to perceive what she really is.

Steady pace and firmly grounded,

Her wandering feet take her

Far beyond what most minds can grasp.

She has trod these destinations,

For in belief, she sees more than most.

Somewhere between life and death,

Day and night, body and spirit,

There she makes her dwelling place.

-written 02/06/02


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