One gentle breath
is a caravan to the heart.
One gentle breath
is a pilgrimage across the void
between the sun and moon.
one exhalation sweeps away
the endless past, with all its
stories of the ancient one
called Me.
called Me.
As one inhalation stirs
the buried seed, releases the sap,
the buried seed, releases the sap,
bathes the earth in a soundless
song of flowers.
Sky blues pour through
the crystal windows of your body
because you have wounded your chest
with this invitation:
Come fill and empty me,
throw me down and drown me
in the silence of your Name!
O pilgrim, bandalero, warrior
of purifying transformations,
wield this breath wisely.
It is a burning sword of love.
Painting: Rossetti, St. Joan of Arc
