Unborn

I feel as yet unborn,
as silent dweller on the edge of my heart
longing to know the dance that stirs from within.
Recalled to a time and place unknown, I am no longer still.
My heart motions as I am called forward into sacred passage alone.
A hush sweeps like gentle hands across my shoulders
and pulls me towards embrace unknown.

Linda Willows

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