Morning Meditation

In this meditation
the very first breath
is what scattered the stars,
spinning the web of countless
galaxies around you.
In this meditation
the faintest whisper,
the merest fragrance
of the Beloved's name,
is the Word of creation
that opened the eyes
of the sun and moon.
There is no effort at all
in this meditation,
just the wonder space
that melted your new body
when you first gazed into
your mother's eyes.
In this meditation
you are merely present,
which is faith.
A touch of warmth
in your chest ignites
the singularity, the terrible
fire at the beginning
and the end.
A soft golden peony,
then a smokeless violet flame
consuming the earth
in forgiveness.