Tower

The tower of remembrance
comes crashing down.
A breath of Presence
gently blows away the dust
of your stories.
You are graciously fallen
to your most ancient
foundation,
the beaten hollow
of your heart.
It is a fall that heals you,
here in the golden center
of an exhalation
where you have no
circumference.
Astonishment blossoms.
By the wave of wonder
one heartbeat unfolds,
you heal the earth.
Don't worry,
just return to the core
of breath, blood, bone.
Give someone
the flower of your body
this moment.