Oleander

True Breathing is like a flower blooming. If we hold our breath, the bud never opens. ~ Chungliang Al Huang

Three Deep Breaths

Something Beautiful
Oleander
Each summer reach
A little higher.
Season after season
Bright red flowers
Bloom.
An offering to sky
whether it is dark or grey
Or blue.

Breath Meditation
My breath large and full
Seeps inward during the rest.
I feel a layer of tension
Holding me in, like a chrysalis.
MyBreath, smaller and soft now
Meanders like a river.
Neck, jaw, shoulders release
My body ponders how to grow and be free.
Feet extend. 
Legs reach like roots
Into the earth. 
My center is released and free to grow.
I extend upward
To flower,
Like an Oleander.