Aphrodite · Poetry and Prose

Praxis practice

Goddess Aphrodite,

Lead me to your shores.

The sand over the dunes burns at my bare feet

But oh, to stand in the foam that birthed you,

Divine in itself.

 

Aphrodite, great Beautiful Goddess,

I’m tired and weary

The journey has taken much

I long for respite.

I close my eyes and hear the soft inhale and exhale of the shore.

My mind relaxes.

My body sinks down

into the warm embrace of your arms.

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