What Swirls

At this very moment, what swirls the stars through the galaxy is breathing you. Every cell in your flesh knows this, and softly smiles.

Each rise and fall of inhalation, exhalation, polishes the golden cup of your heart, whose sparkling emptiness receives the image of God's face from every creature.

Somewhere in the forest, a fern unfolds; that too is your breathing. A trillium gazes at all your shades of green. In the empty robin's nest, your broken shell contains the whole blue sky.

Just for an instant, you return to the ordinary miracle of your body, and the kingdom of fear vanishes forever.

~ Alfred K. Lamotte