Be a horizon, become a curve.
No need to take sides
when you spread your arms.
The tantrum of this world
is smaller than your body,
smaller than your rising falling chest.
Be unclosed, an embrace.
from the galaxy of your crown
to the belly of your atoms,
one breath.
This is how Jesus died,
whispering "forgive them,"
and woke up inside every flower,
every eye.
Something in you has awakened
to infinite rest.
If your heart did not just open,
what did?
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