Swaddled Just breathe - in - deep - till your lungs become worlds where dreams grow and new life begins - out - completely - till nothing is left but another new start. Just listen - listen to the beating of your own insistent heart - when there’s nothing else to say or do that can be said or done. Allow your mind the liberty to run - to fly - and open up your inner eye to vast infinity. Just know the swaddling bands of such deep mystery that hold us here in our humanity - immanent Divinity - and feel the touch of more beyond: transcendent liberty. Inhale the fragrance of fresh-laid hay and hear, from far away, the distant chorus of a Heavenly host. There’s more than our wildest philosophies can dream in Heaven and Earth. We’re swaddled, all - cocooned - waiting for another rebirth. Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully f...
Women's Spiritual Poetry