Wrenaissance Reflections
embodied, feminist, earth-centered spirituality

What is it like to contemplate?

What is it like to contemplate?

Sitting in the depths
but not the darkness
Listening to the silence
that echoes
Wondering why
I am not consumed

A single candle glows
I walk through its flame
into what awaits

Pond gazing
like navel gazing
brings more questions than answers
You can drown
in either
but only one hurts


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