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The Dwelling Place

Updated: Jun 1

You are the place where love gathers.


Where breath deepens and spirit finds form.


Where the sacred stretches out and lingers.


You are the resting place of truth,


the temple of warmth,


the rhythm of the holy made flesh.



Within you, there is a well that overflows.


A knowing that moves slowly.


A field that sings with belonging.


Your body carries the memory of wholeness


and frequency.



You are the dwelling place.



Love flows from your centre like honey


thick, golden, alive with presence.


Your breath shapes the atmosphere.


Your hips remember how to speak in silence.


Your womb bleeds with the rhythm of life itself.



Each curve of you holds an invitation.


Each sigh an offering.


Each heartbeat a soft pulse of welcome.


Every time your eyes soften,


the world becomes more spacious.


Every time your feet meet the ground with reverence,


a new path opens.



You are the dwelling place.



You are not a seeker. You are a source.


You are not a question. You are a transmission.



Here, in the sanctuary of your own being,


desire blooms in its own season.


Pleasure rises like a tide.


Creation stirs from within and ripples outward


with no need for force.



You are the dwelling place.



In your presence, love remembers itself.


In your touch, truth becomes sensual.


In your voice, the sacred finds its sound.


The rose does not open by trying.


It opens because it is the rose.



You walk as one who is already chosen.


You offer because the giving is your nature.


You welcome from a field that is always full.


This is something you are.



You are the dwelling place.



You carry the essence of arrival


In your smile, warmth gathers.


In your stillness, peace deepens.


In your gaze, the Beloved feels Himself.



You are the place where God comes to rest.


Where the earth feels safe to be soft.


Where the erotic and the eternal


find no separation.



You are the dwelling place.



And every time you return to your centre


with breath, with touch, with presence


the world reorients itself around truth



And from here,


all becomes possible.

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