You are my gift, dear poem,
you are like my breath; you wake me,
and sing me to sleep.
You are my gift, dear poetry,
you are like my life’s blood; you energize me
and carry me on.
You are my gift, dear writing,
you are like my body; you move me
and support my soul.
You are my gift, dear Giver of gifts,
you are the Poet; you create
and you keep on creating.
Published by Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart
Amy's work centers around the embodied experience of love's spaciousness and is grounded in brain, body, and heart-based wisdom. She teaches yoga, meditation, & writing as a way to foster tender self-love that supports empathy and compassion-driven work in the world.
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This is wonderful! Everything! I love the “Giver of gifts,/ you are the Poet…” and the poem being like your breath. The waking and singing to sleep is beautiful as well. Bravo…lovely, lovely…