Eyes closed
You caress my skin
I feel your warmth
You're reaching in
Energies exposed
Like holy sin
You strum my chords
My strings, you spin
In a moment, transposed
I'm breathing in
The infinite
In nature's kin.
The trees, the birds, the sun, the wind,
It's the river of love that flows within.
So, strum my chords
And my string spin
I dance with you until Eternity’s end
In this holy bliss that feels like sin.



So beautiful and it speaks to the way that patriarchal religions have deemed certain things a prayer to the Divine and other experiences as sinful. These differences were not there before the big three religions got their hands on our hearts ,souls and minds ! If we are truly made in His image and likeness, how can anything be a sin!
This poem is a beautiful testament to the wonders of the human experience ❤️❤️❤️
I felt played in a good way 🧡