This place where I sit.

This space is quiet
welcoming everything
into herself.

The great silence.

Sleeping dog.
Busy mind
Aching muscles.

Gentle breeze
clouds moving
rain softly falling

Thoughts that are
completely out of alignment
with what is.

Emotions that can’t be named
birthing their way
into existence.

She welcomes it all

She doesn’t judge
or separate
into right and wrong.

Stop working so hard
she whispers,
this moment is your redemption.

and weep.

This space.

This place where I sit
She calls me back
again and again.

Right Here

© candace kirby

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