I want to pause for a moment to honor the mystical.

I want to honor the messages and the passageways.

I want to honor the stones, the candles, and the relics.

I want to honor the ancestors and the spirit guides.

I want to honor the secret code of nature that reveals itself in our presence.

I want to honor the space beneath the skin.

I want to honor the space outside the brain.

I want to honor the awareness around the root, the solar plexus, the heart, and the crown.

I want to honor the moments of serendipity when life reveals itself to be okay.

I want to honor the sacred words that whisper themselves in our ears.

I want to honor the power of the hug, the kiss, and the touch.

I want to honor the deepest unknown that is profoundly known.

I want to honor the closings, the openings, and the revealings.

I bow to the mystical and the gifts it brings, the life it keeps, and the awareness it expands.

Thank you, mystical, for being.

From a sacred crevice in your body

A bow rises each night

And shoots your soul into God.

-Hafiz

In love and liminality,

Annie Rose