Holy.
The embodiment of what it means-
Within my flesh and bones.
Within my mind and every emotion.
Within these two hands and feet.
Within these words trickling out of me.
My voice ready to speak.
Within the blood that pours from my womb.
That some would claim as a lost opportunity
One that I have no desire to birth right now, or maybe ever.
Because I love minding my business a little "too much"
Quite literally.
That society deems as "unnatural" for a lady.
The same blood that pumps through the veins
Of my wildly compassionate heart.
Within the Acts of Service I seek to birth forth.

Holy.
The embodiment of what it means-
By my own.
By the way my feet touch the Earth,
And how that feels like home.
By the Sun, Moon, and  Stars above.
By the waters, Sea, and sand.
By passion, grief, righteous anger, Fire
And Unconditional Love.
By kindness and forgiveness.
By the embrace of a hug.
By the way of mindfulness.
By the way of living.
By the laughter of a friend.
By the touch of my Lover's hand.
By how tall the trees stand.
Rooted down deep.
By a song, rhythm, or melody.
By all that's already within me.

Holy.
The embodiment of what it means-
Isn't something separate from you and me.
You see?
Holiness is all around us.
With every. single. breath we breathe.
Inhale.
We don't have to seek outside of ourselves.
Exhale.
We don't have to do anything.
Breathe.
Just as we show up here, now, and Be.
Our hands and feet.
In our very heartbeats.
We are holy.

©KSS 2/17/2021