"Hymn to the Sacred Body of the Universe" by Drew Dellinger

I was introduced to this poem by a dear friend, Jessikah Towle. She recited it from memory during the closing of the circle of the first Hoop Convergence. Tears flowed from all.

Confluence ~ a coming or flowing together, meeting, or gathering at one point

Hymn to the Sacred Body of the Universe

Let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs

Let's meet
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs

for one instant
to dwell in the presence of the galaxies
for one instant
to live in the truth of the heart
the poet says this entire traveling cosmos is
"the secret One slowly growing a body"

two eagles are mating--
clasping each other's claws
and turning cartwheels in the sky
grasses are blooming
grandfathers dying
consciousness blinking on and off
all of this is happening at once
all of this, vibrating into existence
out of nothingness

every particle
foaming into existence
transcribing the ineffable

arising and passing away
arising and passing away
23 trillion times per second--
when Buddha saw that,
he smiled

16 million tons of rain are falling every second
on the planet
an ocean
perpetually falling
and every drop
is your body
every motion, every feather, every thought
is your body
time
is your body,
and the infinite
curled inside like
invisible rainbows folded into light


every word
of every tongue
is love
telling a story to her own ears

let our lives be incense
burning
like a
hymn to the sacred body of the universe

my religion is rain
my religion is stone
my religion reveals itself to me in sweaty epiphanies

every leaf, every river, every animal,
your body
every creature
trapped in the gears of corporate nightmares,
every species made extinct
was once your body

ten million people are dreaming that they're flying
junipers and violets are blossoming
stars exploding and being born
god is having deja vu
I am one elaborate crush

we cry petals as the void is singing
you are the dark that holds the stars
in intimate distance
that spun the whirling, whirling world into existence

let's meet at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath swirls between our lungs.
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