Before I began dabbling in memoir and essays over here, before I wrote novels, before I was a literary agent, I was a poet. Recently I’ve been trying to answer the question, “Do I believe in god or a higher power? What is it that I do believe?” Trying to put my spiritual beliefs into words, thinking about it, is what’s tripping me up. I woke up this morning with a poem that I wrote a few years ago stuck in my head. So far, it’s the closest I’ve come to expressing what I believe.
I didn’t want to wait until Thursday to post it. I needed to share it with someone. Was that person you?
Inspiration
Breathe into the top of my lungs
breath caressing the underside
of my collar bones
fill my form, I’m instructed
the floor under my feet
my head and my wings
relearning to relax into openness
The arch of my sacrum yearning for
the floor; the expanse of my butt my thighs
then my feet
I breathe and the air enters
through my nose but expands
through my figure, carrying on it
stardust
It lingers on the exhale
a film of divinity coating
not my skeleton my flesh,
connective tissue
but as if my body
were an empty shell
It lingers
I feel the life force
as it’s borne on my inspiration
I see the sparkle of it
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Happy to see an extra post from you, and I enjoyed the poem.