If you’re at all like me, it’s your body that tells you when something infinite is moving within you. It’s your body that transforms abstractions like Awakening, Opening, Freedom, Unity, Grace, Source, and Awareness, into an intimacy you can trust.
When it speaks,
it’s not often sound I perceive,
but sensation.
A knife-quick outbreath
concaves my chest;
my heart splits
and refills it.
Tears rise and my mind weighs in
but by then I’ve already answered.
If I touch a wall to
steady myself,
people who notice may wonder
if something’s wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
These are the moments that make me.
The whisper enters;
something breaks open.
One more degree of freedom.
The day goes on.
From Pluck Another Apple, Eve, And Finish It, poems by Holly L. Thomas.
Letters from The Enlightenment Zone 