Sacred Places

Now and days, most of the writing I do is from writing prompts at ReWrite meetings. Oh, how I am grateful.
The prompt was, what places do I hold sacred?

It is the place between my heart and a breath. This is where I hold the rise of my anxiety and also the place where I quell it with calmness. It is a place between my eyelids where I keep monkey thoughts in jeweled chests. It is a place where my mind meets the rustle of redwood trees. It is a place to go when there is no where else to hold these explosions. It is in the deep crevices of my heart. Under folds and through my lungs. It is a place where butterfly wings touch time to make impermanence. It is a place of grace and compassion weaved into my breaths. It is a place where I breathe in my sacred and breathe out my redemption.