Sacred little things

What can I tell you about sacred

– that you haven’t already felt deep in your soul
when the warm salt wind blows in from the Laccadive Sea
laced with fishermen’s gossip and mothers’ prayers?

– that you haven’t already tasted on your finger tip
as it traced the silver veins on pink lotuses melting
in the sun on ancient alters?

– that you haven’t already heard in the festive
song of dancing clouds rolling boldly
across our bare-souled pilgrimage?

– that you haven’t already held, fistfuls of rough
sand and pink salt rocks, shaped like uneven worlds
tumbling between love and habit?

©Lipstickandmiracles 2016

In response to The Daily Post Challenge “One, Two Three!” and Daily Prompt “Sacred“.

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