As you breathe in, open your crown to the sky, letting clouds, stars
and full moon pour down through your nerves into the grail of your
chest.
As you breathe out, let Winter go, melting, flowing
through your marrow out through the soles of your feet, offered to fertilize Earth's dark loam.
Now with eyes hollow yet radiant as jewels, see your own
pure awareness gleaming not only from within, but dew-sparkled on each swollen
bud and blossom burst, and every particle-wave of robin song.
This is the ancient ritual called Greeting the Goddess, that you practiced often when you were eight months old.
Painting: Botticelli, detail, 'Allegory of Spring,' 1482
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