As you fall
asleep tonight,
do not take your breath
for granted.
Honor her
like a royal guest.
The Goddess
kneels before you
in the form of
this inhalation,
pouring gifts
from the stars
into your heart.
Each expiration
leads to a silver door.
The key is your silence.
Step through.
Follow a rainbow
of holy darkness
into the golden void.
Listen to the wings
that carry astonishment
from death to death.
They are the blades
of grace.
Return to your flesh
by the scent of blossoms
from the crannies in your spine
under the Imbolc moon.
Now you may eat of the fruit
at the center of the garden.

Painting by Suzanne Etienne