Sacred Medicine

The medicine is already within the pain and suffering. You just have to look deeply and quietly. Then you realize it has been there the whole time.~Thomas Hubl

Before dawn my evolutionary
stance requires I feel all the hurt buried
alive. Pain molecules from cold storage
thaw in the healing light. Hungry, forage

through my sensibilities. Agony
even when expected–I opened wounds
cannily–thwarts my intentional tunes
like some ribald cat-calling ancestor

who got off scot-free, leaving the high cost
with interest to me. Wake, dreaming goddess
in bare feet, indigenous to earth, ground
and release. Raw transfiguration frees.

Inspired by: Thwart, Indigenous, Scot-free and Ribald.

Featured image: Lake reflects illusions, reminds me to question my interpretations.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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