Slide into the unknown
The Beloved is waiting
Climb down the rickety ladder
Into the mysterious cave of your body
Where your own quiet music plays
Become great friends to yourself
Tip your identity into the empty bowl of Being
Hold only space where you used to fill it
A cup already strained can hold you no more
Escort people through to the Beloved
Loving them, teaching them, learning from them
Always return to the solace of a friend
Hold your animal body tenderly
Caress the cheek of grief with presence
You are a gateway, no beginning, no end
A flame of living truth, unfolding.
Become the great friend to yourself.

-written by Devi Weisenberg – friend of Debra Chamberlain Taylor