If you knew
how inconceivably near
the moon is to
in your forehead,
threaded by a finespun
sparkling dew
of pure attention,
if you knew
how many elixirs of love
you imbibed
with your last inhalation,
how many potions
of healing you'll pour out
through your next
astounded sigh of praise,
you would awaken
before dawn
to spend the darkest hour
in radiant stillness, simply
caressing the earth
and bathing the stars
with this breath.
Photo by Bahman Farzad
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