As we travel the path set out before us, we often look to the road others have walked to guide us… Reading the signposts of others can only take us so far. As we search for our own true journey to spirit these resting places can become detours along the way. It is only when we turn inside of our own hearts that everything we are searching for is already within us. As it always has and always shall be. 'At The Threshold" artistic collage by the author Salyna Gracie At Oneness Under crescent moons, illuminated chambers of prayer, endlessly I seek, my Beloved. Traveling infinite landscapes, tireless, guided by inner maps through gardens of love. Heart and feet beating the same rhythm whirling like dervishes, devotion in motion one palm to earth one palm to heaven. All eyes for you, my love. Your name a sacred mantra echoing over ancient sands, or holy cities, translating truths of universal longing. As breath meets bone a...
Women's Spiritual Poetry