One leg dragging, the other —behind bended knee
I reverently balance. Wavering from doubt,
I fall prostrate, head on the ground…
Toes need a shoeshine.
I pay homage in acknowledgment, in humility;
Everything is greater than I am.
Womb of essence; ignition of light to life,
Great Lover in wisdom and without gender—
Give me a Faith free of guilt
Through this chaos of doubt.
Plume my wings
In my ascent. Unravel my bondage
From this self
In transgression.
The moon waxing,
Reveals an awakening without history.
Greetings soul! Spirit and spark of truth!
Oh, transition in created to creator.
1st. draft posted 2014
Rev. 2016
ZoralinQ 
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February 26, 2017 at 7:55 pm
This is a topic that’s close to my heart… Best wishes!
Where are your contact details though?
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bkmackenzie
November 28, 2016 at 12:46 pm
Lovely!! Especially for this time of year. May we all take moments to find faith…bkm
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magicalmysticalteacher
November 28, 2016 at 11:11 am
Transitions are hard (at least, for me), but this one seems to be joyous.
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dsnake1
November 28, 2016 at 7:45 am
oh wow, this is written like your mind is so awakened, so compassionate.
a plea or a prayer? maybe both.
reminds me of what the Buddha said when He was asked what He had gained from meditation. His reply :”Nothing! But let me tell you what I have lost : anger, anxiety, depression, insecurity and fear of old age and death.”
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gillena
November 28, 2016 at 5:36 am
Monday WRites 85 is live. I invite you to link in
much love…
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Sanaa Rizvi
November 27, 2016 at 10:39 pm
Beautifully serene 😀
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Sumana Roy
November 27, 2016 at 10:37 pm
“Give me a Faith free of guilt / Through this chaos of doubt.” this is so profoundly prayerful and honest…
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Magaly Guerrero
November 27, 2016 at 9:30 pm
“An awakening without history”… It sounds inviting, and a bit scary to me–I’m not fond of not remembering.
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thotpurge
November 27, 2016 at 7:59 pm
The moon waxing,
Reveals an awakening without history…. amazing lines in this meditation.
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Susan Anderson
November 27, 2016 at 5:16 pm
My husband is going on a pilgrimage in Spain next year, Camino de Santiago. He hopes to work some stuff out along the way. I think I will share your poem with him.
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Truedessa
November 27, 2016 at 5:14 pm
plume my wings so I might soar, yet sometimes we must fall before we learn to fly. unravel my bondage. I agree with Sherry, this is one of your best pieces. Truly a poem to read again and again.
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1sojournal
November 27, 2016 at 5:03 pm
Really like it. It reminds me of walking the labyrinth and the meditative state that occurs. Wonderful writing,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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Mary
November 27, 2016 at 3:57 pm
Very calming and meditative! Nicely penned, ZQ.
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Gillena Cox
November 27, 2016 at 1:17 pm
Luv the humility wit which this happens
“Oh, transition in created to creator.”
Have a good Sunday
much love…
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
November 27, 2016 at 11:03 am
This is spectacular… like a prayer… (plume my wings… really like this)…
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Sherry Marr
November 27, 2016 at 11:00 am
This is one of your very best. I admired each word and line…..I can feel the ascent (a good direction, better than the other way. Smiles.) But not too soon, okay? We need you here.
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