By Trina Otero
Every time I sit with Santa Maria
She reminds me of how big my heart is
And how heavy it gets
As I carry and hold
For so many.
Strong and resilient
But in Her presence I surrender
I fall into Her
And into my depths
The chambers and hallways of my heart.
I greet every thing with consciousness and love.
I cry over
I cry into
I cry for
Until it’s been cleansed
With my celestial waters.
I’ve been learning how to be Human
This place has a way of wearing
I feel heavier.
With the Great Mother
I feel Light again
Reminded of my Likeness.
She whispers Truths to my heart
“Open, my child, remain open”
“Love, my child, Love”
© Trina Otero
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