I bought the yellow velvet curtains

And I hung them in my room

Where I needed a reminder that there is sunlight

And a perfect golden hour right before dusk settles.

They call the first hour after a birth

The golden hour

A time when this world touches the one

From whence the baby came

Two heartbeats once melded becoming two

As the baby recognizes she is no longer

Tucked inside the safety of darkness and water

And the mother is becoming,

Transforming, also being born.

And when the evening light hits this yellow velvet

And the golden hour trickles into my room

I think about becoming, as one day fades and dies

Just as a baby and its mother are becoming

In that first hour after birth.

In that golden hour, the inbetween space,

When the light spills through the curtain and casts a golden shine,

Where oneness separates into beauty multiplied

I feel my heart lighten

Stilled by the mystery.