Inner Compass

deep in the slipstream
of liminal space…

trusting the 
supreme navigator;

the sacred intelligence
of not-knowing,

the somatic wisdom
that dwells in the marrow 
of my bones…

we are mere visitors
traveling through;

may we be gracious guests;

learning 
the language 
that is without words,

coming to know
the song that rests silently
in the chamber of our hearts; 

embracing the edges
of the unfathomable
with 
holy
wild 
abandon….

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes 
image: self portrait with feather
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