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Sometimes when I am praying
the words stop and the darkness
rises like water in a basin
and I come into silence
rich as the heart of a rose.

Sometimes when I meditate
light swells along my limbs
and opens sweet as apple
blossoms from the hard wood
of my knobbly spine.

© 2003 Marge Piercy. Excerpt from “Sometimes while I am chanting” in Colors passing through us. New York: Knopf, p. 96. image: blogs.salon.com

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3 responses »

  1. “rich as the heart of a rose”

    What a beautiful way to start the day. Thank you.

    Listen with your heart,

    Laurie Buchanan
    http://holessence.wordpress.com/

    Reply
  2. wow, these words used this way has a relaxing effect

    Reply

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