There is a momentary still point after exhalation. This is a place of basic trust. Nothing has to be willed or controlled. One is carried by the earth and the universe, open to the air that naturally nourishes us.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
A single white flower
Opens
Into the morning wind
And rain.
A confident resilience
Infuses
Delicate soft petals.
Breath Meditation
Skin moves with
Inhale
Expanding, making
Space,
And then floating
back to center
As my breath releases
Outward into the universe.
What is true
Remains
In the silence.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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