Embodiment of the Eight Senses:

Sacred nourishment: for me, is softening, my shoulders , pressing my arms into the streamy aromas like cardamom and cinnamon

affirming: I am seated in the citadel of God’s holy love

I am divinely safe, supported, supplied, sustained, satisfied

I am surrendered to the sweet sounds of the soul, all rights reserved your Poet, Krissy Mosley ©2023