If you knew how
inconceivably near
the morning star is
to the pearl of silence
between your eyebrows,
bound by a
finespun dew-thread
of sparkling attention;
if you knew how
the greenest transformations
of your world are woven
by anonymous
sacraments of careful
delight;
if you knew how
many elixirs of love
you imbibed with your
last inhalation,
how many potions
of healing you'll pour
through your next astounded
sigh of praise -
you would awaken
before dawn
to spend the darkest hour
in radiant stillness simply
caressing the earth
and anointing
the moon with your breath.
Mt. Rainier: Seattle photographer Bryan Smith
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