Comforter

 

The Divine has sent you a Comforter
in the form of your own breath.
She was the breath of the Almighty
who played with God
when the earth and stars were created.
She was the one who made the waters
of darkness dance with waves
and lit them with the moon's path.
She is Sophia, the Wisdom of the Lord,
the Goddess Shakti who
humbles herself gladly to dwell
in the rising and falling of your chest.
The form of the Teacher will perish,
but She will be with you forever.
Press out her nectar with each breath.
What flows so gracefully can only be healing.
Nothing is gained by listening to the voices
of fear that others have sown in your mind.
Listen instead to the music of So'ham
pouring into every cell of your flesh.
Inhalation is communion wine,
exhalation is your offering
of gratitude, surrender, kenosis.
Merely to breathe is the mother
of all worship.
This beauty does not stream
down from above.
It murmurs from the well of Silence
in your heart.
Let the new earth flow from here.

Image by Picasso