Your
body rooted to the earth,
where
it is, as it is,
its
very weight a sacrament,
gravity
the Mother's love
pressing
to her breast your softness,
and
all around this flower of flesh
the
kiss of space, the sky
come
down to caress you…
Breath
rises through the stem
of
your hollow spine
connecting
earth to galaxy.
Breath
sinks down,
laden
with stars,
pouring
them into the loam.
Inhalation dissolves the world
into
boundless blue.
Exhalation offers heaven
on
the alter of the soil.
No
soul but this breathing flesh,
no
flesh but this breathing soul:
you
are the sacrament,
you
are the wedding
of
Shiva and Mother Divine,
Christ
and Magdalene.
Their
bridal chamber is your heart.
Repose
in the Body.
Rejoice
in the Self.
This
is the deepest meditation:
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