Smiling

Smiling, I breathe.

Smiling, I release the breath.

Smiling, I see my cells begin to flower open.

Smiling, I feel the universe unfold from within.

Smiling, I gently command that my body blossom open and

Reveal to me,

Its magnificent transparency, its joyous emptiness,

Its ecstatic non-existence.

Perhaps the sole mission of the human body is to surrender itself

To joy.