this still heart i settle into my skin, a careful breath sweet silence pulsating waiting so gentle is this space sacred fragile like a butterfly wing i rest in the womb of safety that is... heaven
i like the whole idea of this poem...we see heaven before we are born, not when we die..the first stanza rocks...and rolls from the tongue (hee-hee)...
short but sweet, I should learn from you and other who write shorter poems, I can't seem to do it. haha. Anyway, good one. Keep writing.