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The Sixth Holy Night ~ The Gift of Tension


This tension pulls me…
from the right, no the left…
above me, maybe from below me,
wait, it is behind me,
no… actually, it is in front of me…
is it within me, or perhaps all around me…
I stop. I breathe.
And sink into the pull,
like gravity holding my hand…
the portal opens
and I step through ,
betwixt and between,
into myself…


This post was inspired by Lynn Jericho's Eighth Year of Inner Christmas ~The Twelve Gifts. This is my offering for the sixth gift ~ the gift of tension.