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INFINITE GRACE by Nanci Bern

I was pondering my place in the ‘universe’, my stance and relationship to the whole and to the personal...

 What is my place, what is my connection, what is mortality? Do we really end when our bodies have given us up? What would my intuitive wisdom say to me?  This poem is how I answered my question:

 Infinite Grace
by Nanci Bern


Myself,
Land, water, sky, flame,
they flow endless to
the single consciousness,
their confluence makes whole,
my blood is thick and shiny as sap,
my feet rooted, reach down through the cool, rich soils.
I go on forever,
from all dimensions, spaces luxuriant in their ardor for breath,
from my head that becomes part of the universe,
my hair sparkles like the stars.
I go on forever,
my body a tube like a hollow flower stem,
the winds, the voice of nature,
whips through me,
my spirit whistles with the rush of itself,
and the act of naturalness flows.
I go on forever,
even when I, my shell is no longer whole,
when my illuminated outline like an old manuscript that’s letters,
of brilliant color, detailed and filigreed have faded,
I will go on forever,
in the flowing air and smooth seas of time,
joined with it all in infinite grace,
I go on forever.



Nanci Bern: Inspired, amused and sometimes befuddled by the creatures we call ourselves—nature, the arts, the spirit and the mind, cosmic or otherwise—she is ever in awe of the spectrum of life. Born hearing, feeling, seeing and knowing her way toward the energetic and emotional imprint of many realms, Nanci’s first awareness of healing was in the 4th grade when she put her hands on one of her stuffed animals and said to herself, “If I out my hands on her, I can heal her.” Whether her fingers are tapping out her latest work on the keyboard, or delivering relief through her healing work, teaching the spiritual path, pouring lodge water, eco-art therapy and social justice work; Naci’s goal is to infuse and inspire your spirit with healing, humor and the thoughtfulness of natural inquiry. Visit her healing website here, and blog here. Her essays, non-fiction and poems have been featured in various online journals and her poems have also been composed to, danced to and displayed. Learn more on her literary website The Cenafinla Illuminations. Nancy is a gardening lush who dances, meditates and cajoles with the garden Devas of all the seasons. Loves to play in the snow, laugh, share thoughts, make jewelry and cook up and serve on carious sets of dishes, delicious meals for anyone who is willing to try anything. Warning: don't be ambushed by her humor - it sneaks up on you in the middle of the night.


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