I am dancing between seen and holy pure being,
Carried upon mists neither here, nor there,
Flown into near, a Spirit’s helm.
God’s sacred home, so holy this realm.
Lifted through to brilliant delights.
I, some self, amidst yonder heights.
Oh, Love has reached in and swept with such wings,
Heart altered forever, this moment – Bliss sings.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo gratitude: Aleszja Popova)