Poetry

Sacred land

Posted on: 29 April 2021

Mid-summer in Órgiva, Spain.

My body

Great informer, friend, teacher
Inner child, sister, mother, untamed lover
And sacred wise elder

Weary carrier of stories
Experiences, fears and projections

You will never know

You are my wild inner landscape
My ever-shifting ocean
My hiding place

Beloved

Knower of all blessed sensation
Holder of paradox
And fearless wilderness guide

It is time

Bring your dark, dank corners
And vast arid wastelands

Let me be present to all of you

In stillness
I await.

Sacred land

Sam Lacey