Morning Ritual

Each dawn
Flying down from a silent sky
The yellow bird enters my ribs
Billowing my breath with his wings
And from branch to branch he flutters
To reach my heart
And pierce it with his yellow beak
Releasing fire in a stream
That rises with the exalted
Songs of morning
To caress,
Like a most gentle prayer,
The face of my Beloved
Shining upon
Heaven’s face.

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