On the Wings of a Prayer

Through the body

From beyond

Her voice arrives

On the wings of a prayer



The solid mass


Over years

For survival


Bracing, resisting

Ego deaths

Physical death

Her voice, a gentle lullaby,

Softening, relaxing

The tense patterns

The ridges

The holding

Smoothing the callouses formed by repetitious thinking

Inner movements that have become part of us

Strategies, maneuvers

Automatic, familiar,

That prevent our illumination

She gently reveals

Outgrown beliefs that hold us hostage

Oppressing our voice, 

Our full expression

Adopted for Self-preservation

The illusion

I feel it now

The original cry...

I need you