Brooding over deep waters,
Breaking the silence with wind beating wings
She watches with piercing gaze
Upon the random identity of fragile shell
Life curling and unfurling in
Sorrowful joy and joyful sorrow,
A world opening and closing.
The promised fruit of primal seed.
A Uni-verse in breath abating labour.
Were She to be seen with half open eye
Her beauty would blind
Her being would blow you away.
But She hovers near enough
To encourage a crack in imagination
Where the echo of eternity is glimpsed.
In time she calls you to freedom
To crack wide open and with a cry
Receive her fully in a freefall rush of breath
And the deafening beating of wings.
Breathe deeply the breath of God
And let the coiled limitation of death
Shatter completely in the mirage of a moment.
Open to the divine kiss of life and be reborn
Breath on breath