Flowing Through the Unicorn’s Horn

Angels sigh with dewy breath
the scent of jasmine
as I surrender to this quasi-death
and ritual resurrection.

As I lay me down to sleep
reality melts away,
and flames in my soul do leap
while breathing into the cauldron of my womb.

Behind closed lids,
the third eye perceives
a milk-white light;
a swirling vortex.
A mini-galaxy
spirals out from between my brows,
flowing through the unicorn’s horn,
tenneling through time and space.
Eventually my pure essence emerges,
straddling a comet of quartz:

amplifying my desire to see
through the eyes of divinity.