This is so beautiful — it feels less like something to read and more like something to breathe. I love the way you describe ecstasy not as something to chase, but as what arrives when the soul is open and still enough to receive.
The image of “the soul ajar” lingers with me — that sense of tender, unguarded presence where love moves through rather than from us. It reads like a prayer disguised as a poem.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Boo! <3
Beautiful, Rea.
Thank you, Jen.
Absolutely lovely and so gentle.
Thank you, Stephanie.
This is so beautiful — it feels less like something to read and more like something to breathe. I love the way you describe ecstasy not as something to chase, but as what arrives when the soul is open and still enough to receive.
The image of “the soul ajar” lingers with me — that sense of tender, unguarded presence where love moves through rather than from us. It reads like a prayer disguised as a poem.
I love the way you read it, Nat! Thank you. 💟
…. A thought provoking poem based, on a wonderful expression, Rea.
A new phrase to me, but a philosophy that I follow daily, through art, photography and beyond. 🙏
What a lovely comment, Mark. Thank you. 🙏🙏
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My soul waits ajar for what today will bring. ♥️
It will bring magic, Mary. ❤️
Yes! 🪄🦄💗
That is beautiful, Rea.
Thank you, Nancy.
Wonderful...🙏🙏🙏
Thank you. 🙏
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A soul ajar…a lovely phrase, and a gorgeous poem Rea ❤️
Thank you, Esther! ❤️
Amongst your best
Thank you, Adrian! ❤️
Beautiful 🌸
Thank you. 🩷
That was really beautiful rea and here is to opening the soul to welcome the ecstatic experience. Have a good one!!!
Thank you, my friend!
You welcome Rea, have a good one!!!