Remember

Remember what is holy,

Like a birthright of being, 

Overflowing morning light into your iris,

Refracting prisms of potentiality shaped 

By the vibration of presence, 

Attuned to the stained glass luminosity that the 

Morning sky of the heart offers. 

Holiness does not barter with the trivial. 

This light, this power, this vibrancy, this potency 

Cuts you like desire.

Splitting you open as it presses

Against your skin