A Warm Feeling

I am a sponge
Drinking through my porous
Skin, drinking energy.

The air, the sea, the fluid of reality
Washes through me
Like a fresh born wave.

I float. I am held. Warmth allows
Each cells place in the world,
Space for every identity.

I am a sponge, welcoming
With open arms
Life’s movement through me.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

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