Homeself, Sacredself
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I would counsel you to be still
To move away from everything for a time
To wait quietly until you come home to yourself
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There will be signs
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Songs will be sung from your lips
Your body will dance with you
Your eyes will see magic
Where you keep the fresh flower
Where you burn the candle
Also where you cry and where you bleed
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There will be signs
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The magic of your homeself, your sacredself
Will take you to the sky
Luna will welcome your flight
With silver embraces
Comets will be your lovers
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Trails of stars will carry you inward
Until, at your core, a cataclysm will burst
In celebration of your homecoming
To the magic of your soul
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Words | Ila Suzanne Gray 1986, as published in We’Moon 1993
Image | ”Woman Meditating” by Sara Zimmerman
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So beautiful!! Love this.