by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Heaven is tossing me secrets,
a waterfall of them, and I look
into the patterns of my soul,
the lightness of my being, a fresh
beginning; I hold it close to me
like I do the path of the sun and
most hoped for miracles. My
spirit has never been so still as
it is now, and lives in the eternal
lulls and waves of time. My hands
smooth as young leaves, I am
joyous as the embrace of the dawn
or the first leap of a fawn.

Bobbi Sinha-Morey‘s poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021 as well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020.

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