"Let Jesus be your breath." ~St. Nicodemus of the Holy Mountain
Let Jesus be your breath; He is the Door that is always
already open. The frame may have a shape, but the passageway is empty.
Let Rama
be your breath. The arrow floats back to the bow. That is how true warriors win before the battle begins. Let Allah be your breath. Hu dissolves sugar
into sweetness. But the sweetness is already here, before the sugar oozes from the broken stem. Let
the Goddess Kundalini be your breath, turning your midnight nerves to silent lightning.
At dawn, the sound in your chest is a forest full of exultation
about nest-building. The fierce blossom in your body may appear as a reflection on the mirror of the world, spinning with fearsome beauty and chaos. But the stem leads inward. The golden flower is a path of drowning, petal
upon petal, self within self. No distance, no journey.
This honey bee can't fly, his feet so weighty with
star-clustered pollen. Yet he will make a supernal effort of surrender to the Queen, whose voice is the buzzing of his own wings.
See how the face of the Beloved lures you inward, toward a Kiss of annihilation? When lips touch, there is no breath at all, and it is a thousand years until your next heartbeat.
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