The Star I Ride
written by: Elizabeth Bonsera
It cannot be described—
but still, I try.
Of course I try.
To find the words
for things
with none at all.
I vibrate now,
deep in my soul—
a thrum, a hush,
a holy hum—
remembering
I am.
Fully,
wholly,
one.
And fancy that—
there is no time,
no future, past.
Ain’t that sublime?
It’s only now,
this breath,
this pulse,
this star I ride.
The only truth—
somehow—
is what I see,
with wide eyes—
the child’s eyes,
and the woman,
and the queen.
What’s quaking
in the space
between the skin,
the bones,
the soil?
Firmly planted,
rooting,
rising—
bloom and blossom.
Higher still,
she remembers.
She remembers.
Then—
the stillness.
The hush.
And the Goddess comes
to whisper
what she always knew:
I am you.
Elizabeth Bonsera is a poet, storyteller, and seeker of the sacred woven through everyday life. Her work explores memory, womanhood, ancestry, healing, and the quiet alchemy of the inner world. Through ceremony, travel, and deep spiritual work, she writes to remember the truth of who we are. Elizabeth lives on the East Coast and writes in the luminous space between the ordinary and the divine.
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