Steeped in her majesty
Cupped in her palms
She lifts us to her lips
Inhaling us as we are
The whole God-thing isn’t a one-way thing. There is no bureaucratic organizational chart to climb to meet her or him or them. There aren’t seven layers of angels separating you from that being. Or you from Being. You are. As he is. You blend with her as seamlessly as the wind dances through the sky. We nourish each other, deplete each other, and dance with varying levels of gracefulness.
We are in relationship beyond worship, judgment, or belief. And as we are of and with her, we are with each other. Seamless.