When the rhythm of the breath is in balance, there is trust in the present moment.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Tulip beginnings
Hints of Spring
Small and tiny
On a gray and cold morning
It's leaves make a pathwayFor a flower
Who will declare Springtime.
Breath Meditation
My breath
Alone
Is tired.
My breath, opening my mind
And body
To a greater universe
A hard working will
Idles
My breath
Softens
Letting go
Being held.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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