Towers

The towers of memory collapse.
One breath of Presence
gently blows away the dust
of every story.
You are graciously brought low
to your ancient foundation,
the beaten hollow of your heart.
It is a fall that heals you.
Here in the golden center
of an exhalation
you have no circumference.
Astonishment blossoms.
Yet you may heal the earth
with a wave of wonder.
Don't worry, just return
to the core of your bones
and give someone
the flower of your body
this moment.