I breathe and choke on air.
I catch breath and sigh out freely.
The limits of my heart pull—
And push; opens out toward
Of oceans azure gray.
Divinity rushes up from the bottom,
Swells, milks, great earthy boughs
Of Mother unfiltered, pure.
Humanity descends from on high,
Gives, self, person, sweet sister, dearest brother,
The son I’ve yet been allowed to carry.
Divinity gusts and gales from the ‘neath,
Humanity blackens soil already dark, beautiful.
Divinity rushes up from the bottom.
Humanity descends from on high.
And forever moving
Inside — out
The Christ asks Nothing