Baptismal

Some showers are more.

They just have to be. 

Some filth won't scrub off

With soap and hope.

I close my eyes. The images  

Persist. Piercing red veils. 

I let them in. I let it all in. And

Let it all flow over me.

And in my head, in that moment, is Now. The universe. Every

Universe. And all are still and

Quiet. Just waiting.

...

Ablution. Purgation...but not

Sanctification. I am flesh.

A single body. And with that,

I swallow the stars. One

Lodges in my chest,

Grows into a galaxy.

And all that is becomes

Smaller. A hum fills me.

Not sound, but feeling. 

The pulse of life. The music

Of stillness. The rhythm of 

Silence. My temple.

...

I swim in it. It hollows and 

Hallows. The emptiness 

Makes me. 

Whole.

-- 07/28/2015