Begin the day
with three miracles.
Savor your first inhalation.
Honor your heartbeat.
Let pure attention crystalize
the diamond silence
between your eyebrows.
You will break open
like a ripe seed, and the earth
will flower out of you.
Raindrops, wind, and pebbles
will do the rest.
Your feet will skip like leaves
on the asphalt
because no path is needed.
When you hear a sparrow sing
your heart will fall in love again,
I promise.
Very well then, don’t choose.
You have eight billion lovers.
The faces of strangers will look
so familiar, because they repose
in the one who is looking,
like reflections resting
on a clear mirror.
Something like braided sunbeams
will twirl up your spine,
spilling over, amber as the stuff
in Mary’s womb.
Now drink up the rest of this day
and squander the Kingdom!
Nothing can be ordinary
if you start your morning
with the miracle
of this breath.
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