Become still, just
for the moth-life
of this breath
and you will feel the dizzy
waltz of supernovae,
the fandango of planets
whirling through the nuclei
of your amygdala.
You will sense
silence itself become
grainy with stars
swirling through your navel,
percolating
out of darkness into
glittering spirals of RNA,
comets feral and rare
streaking down
from your pituitary.
You will savor the energy
of touch
tingling at the tips
of your fingers
through elegant black holes,
cups of dark matter
balanced on spinning quarks.
Perhaps you will even
taste the effervescent
Champagne of pulsars
millions of
light-years deep
in your intergalactic body.
Don't visualize,
don't imagine anything,
because This
is merely
what you are.
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Listen HERE. Photo: James Webb Telescope, Whirlpool Galaxy
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