INVITATION OF THE SOUL
Gathering all I need, I step into the space, sacred but not silent.
Simplicity itself creates an opening where laughter can coax up imagination.
Connections exploding like popcorn around the room from one heart to another.
Voices ebbing and flowing as energy swirls and twirls and dwindles into reflection.
Searching being half the fun and vision the remaining, I feel a kiss of friendship.
Sharing, holding back, wiping a tear unidentified as joy or sorrow.
There in this space exists no pressure to perform.
No should, no ought, no obligation, only a calling forth of the soul.
Song and silence both opening the heart for recognition.
In community lies safety to expose the soul to those longing to see it.
Wandering to and fro with laughter and dancing spontaneously bubbling forth.
I stand face to face and recognize a picture into my very essence, claiming it as my own.
At the closing moment, with reverence and honor I look into the eyes of others.
I see a bit of me, in divine glory, looking back.
So the angels dance, twirling the energy of the moment in glorifying release.
Awaiting the final chime of bell to close the celebration.
With more love, more insight, and more of me, I retreat to solitary reflection.
Heart complete and full until the next time I am beckoned forth by an invitation of the soul.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller