You are that intersection
where the in-breath meets
the out-breath,
where the sun and the
deep blue skies sing praise,
stardust dances,
and evaporates into mist.
In that ebb and flow
of breath, a new
portal, a Vagal portal opens.
Identities shatter and empires
melt like ice cream
on a warm
summer day.
Like the delicate flutter
of butterfly wings,
new pathways are written.
Whole new galaxies are born.
Fragmented, disoriented, and confused memories
are stitched together
in stars and inky skies.
You, my love, are reborn anew.
