Invocation

I hung my ego out to dry, forgetting it was there.

As I sat naked in the sun, wearing nothing but spirit,
I became clothed in truth.

Uninhibited Love.

Then a most beautiful breeze kissed my face,
whispering to me.

As I deeply inhaled...
it bathed my senses,
eternally soaking the pores of my soul.

An undeniable, infinite, all Knowing,
memory of home.

The fragrance of heaven.

Gloria Martin