Temple of Breath
huuuuuhhh aaaah
breath flows in
breath flows out
weaving light over ancient scar tissue—
threads finer than strands of papyrus,
a translucent veil laid beneath the ribs—
embroidered with veins of frost,
a firm loom holding the vestments of the inner sanctum
breathing in — space spirals the spine heavenward
breathing out — the evocation of a poem falls to earth,
like water filtering into the bone,
seeking the deep sky.
huuuuuhhh aaaah
turquoise patina
glows beneath her skin
the celestial dancer in sacred union
with the master of sapphire blue waters
feathers long tucked behind her wing bone
an ancient dust falls from their barbs
huuuuuhhh aaaah
under the vaulted arches of the lung’s sanctum
the breath calls forth the secret ceremony
red blood cells begin their ascent
the heart in silent prayer
protecting what is sacred
receives the pulse of awakening
huuuuuhhh aaaah
air flows
through the inner spirals of the breath,
to the filigreed chambers of bone,
into the marrow
aaaah
space spirals inward
huuuuuh
a flowering exhale
filaments of frozen memory dissolve
sorrowed poems etched on papyrus
lining the dome of the inner sanctuary
tremble
in the wake of the rumble rising from below
beneath the light spilling from above
through the esophageal skylight…
rivers of breath hum
shaking loose the ancient images,
freeing the old idols,
and love becomes the concentric circle of the whole
a glistening wave upon creation
— Lorena Wolfman (2020, 2025)
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