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...
Women's Spiritual Poetry