A somewhat similar image to last night. I must be processing some energy through. Sometimes that happens. I have to work the same image over and over as it slowly evolves. Eventually something is revealed and the energy dissipates. We shall see what tomorrow will bring. Another Dorothy Walters poem tonight.
Whoever Went In
by Dorothy Walters
Whoever went in
naked to the core.
Whoever cast aside
all the armor,
all the fastenings.
Who could breathe air thin as flame.
Drink water pressed from blossoms,
rose petals
or violets.
Whoever stayed in that
darkness so dark
it became a circle of seeing.
Who could hear
the silent flute note
of the stilled wind,
hold rock turning to light.
xo