servant to the heart
note from self
the rooster crows—
she awakens and
comes alive to
this world again
plants her bare
feet on the floor
parks her hands
on her heart and
dedicates the day—
“allow me to serve
let me be kind
may my words be
humane, my touch
tenderhearted
I affirm knowing
not-two”
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
“Not-two”?
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Touches right into the depths,. So beautiful. Thank you Amrita.
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Thank you, Anne!
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Good morning, beloved.
This is such a direct, open, lovely evocation of a guided, loving life.
(Ella)
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I’m glad that came through, dear Ella.
Sending so much love this morning, Amrita
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