One gentle breathis a caravan to the heart.One gentle breathis a pilgrimage across the voidbetween the sun and moon.The desert is wide, yetone exhalation sweeps awaythe endless past, with all itsstories of the ancient onecalled Me.As one inhalation stirs the buried seed, releases the sap,bathes the earth in a soundlesssong of flowers.Sky blues pour throughthe crystal windows of your bodybecause

"In the Breath of Christ's Spirit we experience a new embrace. We are no longer in duality, but in unity... All will be clothed in light when they enter into the mystery of this sacred embrace... What is the Bridal Chamber if not the place of trust and consciousness of the embrace? ~Gnostic Gospel of Phillip Fall into a deeper silence and you will hear the earth

 I love the word "mere." A mere blade of grass, a mere breath. Is Mere someone's name? Is it rooted in the syllable for Mother, or Sea, for bittersweet spices, or Mary, Miryam? Mere Presence is so much more alive than any story you could tell about the past. Ever infinitely sustainable, available and full, the sword-edged grace of mere Being. A mere heartbeat from death. And what of merest