Listening with all of my doors,
like morning dew covering plains without end,
I open my eyes to find you already here, smiling.
Your voice springs forth from my stomach,
a spiraling vortex of clear light
working its way up my spine
until releasing through every pore of my body.
And I am left wondering,
Why am I holding on to so little
when the whole Kosmos
awaits in my chest,
and you in my breath?