If I had to strip you of all your shadows and wash you in the oceans of your heart. If I had to dream you a star, a compass for your soul or sculpt a lover from your own flesh. If I painted life into the world with the blood beat of your vibration, or breathed power into your words of making. If I cooked you a feast from the bones of your being or loved you from your place of knowing. The world would bloom in fields of passion, drown in secret wisdom, falling into ecstasy. If I could open you for one moment to the truth of your being, you would behold divinity in your essence and drop to your knees in worship of the whole world, simply as yourself.
- Hannah Ingraham -
2014
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