jueves, 8 de mayo de 2025

Temple of breath

 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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