One Breath

It only takes one breath
to offer everything.
It doesn't require
a whole religion.
Come, just for a moment.
Come, just before dawn.

The seed of laughter
in a tear,
the well of tears
in the wound of silence.

Go beyond what the world
wants you to feel -
they have no name
for the sear of thinglessness.

Time to turn back to the dark
so that the womb of eternity
like a wheel
may bear its center.

Pulse of lips in
burgundy surrender,
broken stem
of the golden chrysanthemum,
show us the incisions
of your loss!

This is your pathway to the place
that is only discovered
by wandering.

The world has too much purpose.
They have no name
for where the sun comes up
inside your chest.