Here’s the collective group poem for week three

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown

Moving always moving, but

Slower now.

Opening and ready to receive.

Waking up

Falling asleep

Waking up

Falling asleep.

The magic of the trees, the sea, the sky

Just there.

When I uncover these veils Who else may arise?

The mother, the father, the son?

The Holy Spirit, the Wanderer, the Warrior?

I see these lines and lashes

That whisper and touch

Belonging, Knowing and the Unknown.

A collective poem that emerged within the ten minute ‘in the moment’ writing by those attending Creative Meditations on Feb 18 2025.