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Musings of an Awakening Spirit

Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.

Infinity Reaching

This depth,
This Ocean,
It knows not
Of end,
Of time’s
Beating heart.

It bleeds for me.

It reaches across
This table I set,
This story I claim,
This name.
It spills my cup
And runs up—
Wards discharged
Words unarmed—

And yet

Gravity’s pull,
The roll
Of this wave,
Bows and bends
To find its way—
The hollowed cave,
The swallowed grave
Of swirling tides

I reach

To the moon’s faces
—Her shadowed places
That shine
Beyond the dark,
To Her song
That yearns and turns
From Crow to Lark,
To the other side
And stretched
From poles

I behold
And am held.

Infinity’s gaze
Comes home.

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