You Are Here

Don’t be fooled by

those pictures of the galaxy

that point to a tiny dot

and say, "You are here!"

You’re much bigger than that.

The galaxy is inside you.

Your physiology is luminous

with black holes. 

The Milky Way flows up and down 

your spine.

Exhale through the sacrum

into your planetary core.

Inhale to your crown 

and gently rest in the clear blue sky

that is but a moment

of your astonishment. 

Your only boundaries

are thoughts.

Be the night within night.

Touch the Moon, Venus, Jupiter

with a silken ray of

pure attention.

Let your own beam lead you 

to the distant world

your grandmothers came from, 

where you will return bearing 

the bittersweet fruit of seven 

times seventy lives.

A glistening filament of death 

threads jewels of awakening

through each vertebra. 

Everything depends on the rapture

of ceaseless disappearing. 

These globes of possibility are 

healing miracles that only happen 

because each pearl is hollow.

It is the hollow inside the pearl

that makes you whole.

Photo: Joy Michael Ibizarose