Don't Forget

Don't forget that your breath is the infant Christ. Cradle him. Don't forget that your breath is Sophia Shakti, the Holy Spirit. Hug her most gently. Don't forget that your breath is the sacred mountain, rising from mineral to fire, from your belly to your crown. Stand at the wonder-peak and invite stars into your heart. Don't forget that your breath is the Paramour, who visits the secret chamber in your chest. She comes as woken moonlight, veiled in the name of Silence, at the hour before dawn. Don't forget that your breath is the oceanic pulse of the living planet, welling up through your spine, full of larva song, worm mantra, mycelium chant, compost of grandmothers. Don't forget the breath of ancient milk that suckles you. Gaze into one cell of your own flesh. Adore the radiant face of Goddess Mitochondria.

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