Have you tasted one drop
of pure awareness,
no concepts, no additives,
just the honey?
They say its healing amber
preserves a prehistoric bug
or the embryo of an angel
until it awakens on the new earth
just as you awakened this morning
with the blue sky in your forehead
and no yesterday.
Let a drop of this honey drip
from the pineal moon
in your brain stem down
your throat, behind your tongue,
pooling into a tiny star
at the tip of your breastbone,
like dew on a fern blade.
With all your mind, and soul, and strength,
be suspended there, then just let go.
Plop into darkness,
the unbounded night of your heart,
where stars go to be polished
by this breath.
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