Those pictures of the galaxy
that point to a tiny dot
and say, You are here!
They are wrong.
The Milky Way is
you are the space
that holds every
dot, bindhu and ayin soph.
Breath flows up
and down your spine.
Exhale through the sacrum
into your planetary core.
Inhale to your crown and
Gently, briefly rest
awareness in the blue
sky above, and in the night
above that.
Now touch the moon and sun
with a silken ray of
pure attention, leading
to the distant star you
came from, and where
you will return, bearing
the fruit of lifetimes.
A glistening filament
of ecstasy threads
jewels of amazement
through your vertebrae,
world upon world
of possibility,
miracles of healing
that only happen
because each pearl
is hollow,
and it is the hollow
inside the pearl
that makes you whole.
Photo from 'Science News'
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