One Gentle Breath




One gentle breath
is a pilgrimage to the heart,
a caravan across the void.
Though the desert inside you
is wider than the absence of stars
between the Moon and Aldebaran,

yet one exhalation sweeps
away the ineffable past,
with all its untold stories
of Me.
One inhalation stirs
the buried seed, releasing
the sap, bathing the earth
in soundless flower songs.
The blues of the sky pour through
the crystal window of your body
because you have wounded your chest
with this invitation:
"Come fill me, empty me,
drown me in the silence of your Name!"
O pilgrim, bandalero,
warrior
of cleansing transformations,
wield this breath wisely.
It is the burning sword of love.



Painting: Rossetti, St. Joan

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