Pearl

These are your pearls
of great price, one
at the crown of
your skull, and one

in your chest, one

piercing your navel,

and the last one, dark

and vast beneath

your feet - I think it is

the earth itself -

each with a tiny

empty hole at

the center where

a silken thread might

pass through when

they are all aligned

in the necklace

of meditation.

And what is that thread

of pure light flung

from a distant star

impaling your body to

the groundless dark?

I think it is a breath.

But do not call it
your breath,

for it is a gift
from above and
from below, a gift
from all to all.

Now you must learn
to be kissed.