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Sacred Encounter


Sea turtle wanted to be drawn through today.

Some palo santo smudging and Robert Rich music set the mood.

And she emerged from the Deep.

I ask for her story.

I feel her ancient silent travels across the oceans,

Unhurried.

Feeling the watery vibrations of mysteries beyond human kenning.

Without words, she invites me to feel her solitary gliding through the cold depths, and the warm shimmerings of tropical surfaces.

She feels the currents and the soundings of aquatic voices across the miles.

She soars, without judgments or expectaions.

Free and open.

Slow and steady.

Always Home in herself.

Witness to mysteries that can never be spoken.

But felt without words.

By an open and willing heart.

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