If you knew how
inconceivably near
the moon is to
this pearl of silence
between your eyebrows,
threaded by a finespun
sparkling dew
of pure attention;
If you knew how many
elixirs of love
you imbibed with
your last inhalation,
how many potions
of healing you'll pour out
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 bathing the stars
with this breath.
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