Quiet, smoothe and flowing breathing leads to a calm and alive mind and heart
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Bright green
Sprouts of
Life
Spread all over the
Earth
Reaching upward
On a journey to
Someday become a
Flower
The Buddha sits
Quietly
Breath Meditation
Quiet and smoothe
Each inhale and exhale
Grow and dissolve
One wave after
Another
The wind is
Soft
Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Moon and The Lavender Sky
Breath is a universal force that unites all living organisms. Everything that is alive, is said, to breathe.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
The moon and the
Lavender sky
Quiet tones of
Dusk
A prelude
To nocturn.
Softly hold
A floating
Moon
Breath Meditation
In this moment of stillness
The busy of hours of day
Continue
My breath is a river
Of love
Soothing compassion
Releasing tension
Natures reminder
Of rest.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
The moon and the
Lavender sky
Quiet tones of
Dusk
A prelude
To nocturn.
Softly hold
A floating
Moon
Breath Meditation
In this moment of stillness
The busy of hours of day
Continue
My breath is a river
Of love
Soothing compassion
Releasing tension
Natures reminder
Of rest.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
A Dancer In the Rain
Deep Breathing is recommened in clinics throughout the world as a way to relieve stress and better cope with health challenges.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
A dancer in the rain
Open to the
Downpour of rain.
Tiny rivers streaming
on soft and shiny metal.
Inside,
I am greeting with
The warm hug
of a loved one.

Breath Mediation
Breath travels down
Like an inner river
Through the bone marrow
Down my legs
To my toes.
In the still point
I arrive deep within.
Blood cells flow like an abundant
Stream
moved by each
Inhale and exhale.
Each breath takes me
Into a state of deep nourishment.
Somehow knowing
And balancing
My being.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
A dancer in the rain
Open to the
Downpour of rain.
Tiny rivers streaming
on soft and shiny metal.
Inside,
I am greeting with
The warm hug
of a loved one.

Breath Mediation
Breath travels down
Like an inner river
Through the bone marrow
Down my legs
To my toes.
In the still point
I arrive deep within.
Blood cells flow like an abundant
Stream
moved by each
Inhale and exhale.
Each breath takes me
Into a state of deep nourishment.
Somehow knowing
And balancing
My being.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
'Especially good times to meditate are dawn, dusk, noon and midnight. At these times, the gravitational pull of the sun works in harmony with the natural polarity of the body.' John Novak
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Dawn
Silence and darkness
Gently yield
To the light
Of a rose colored sky.
Trees leaves birds
Acknowlege the winter
Sun
Breath Mediation
Days of writing on the computer
Welcome a
Breathing moment.
Head out and forward
Settles back
Into wholeness.
My breathing body
Remembers
And welcomes nourishment.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Dawn
Silence and darkness
Gently yield
To the light
Of a rose colored sky.
Trees leaves birds
Acknowlege the winter
Sun
Breath Mediation
Days of writing on the computer
Welcome a
Breathing moment.
Head out and forward
Settles back
Into wholeness.
My breathing body
Remembers
And welcomes nourishment.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Eye of the Storm
There is a division of Feng-Shui which addresses the breath of nature. Nature is looked upon as a living breathing organism. Breath enters into every stem and fiber.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
The eye of the storm
An interlude of
Stillness
Before the torrents
Of rain and wind
Return.
Pools of water
Gather and reflect
An open sky.
And then,
A single drop of water
From the heavens
Gently begins a
New rain.
Breath Meditation
My breath is a river
That collects impressions
Momentary memory
I am the trees
The sky
The water.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
The eye of the storm
An interlude of
Stillness
Before the torrents
Of rain and wind
Return.
Pools of water
Gather and reflect
An open sky.
And then,
A single drop of water
From the heavens
Gently begins a
New rain.
Breath Meditation
My breath is a river
That collects impressions
Momentary memory
I am the trees
The sky
The water.
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Dance of Circles in the Rain
Scientists in the UK can watch mother nature breathing. Earth observation scientists at the University of Leicester have been able to measure from space for the first time, signals showing the amount of carbon dioxide taken up by plants.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Raindrops
Waves in the water
A dance of circles
Expanding outward,
And then
Disappearing.
A symphony of
Delicate percussion
Creating a resevior
Of reflection
Breath Meditation
It is hard to breathe indoors.
There is a longing
To be outside.
Now, every cell can
Breathe.
Fresh and vibrant
Amist the roar of
Downpouring rain,
There is a celebration
Of grass and trees
Of skin and body
Of being alive.
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Raindrops
Waves in the water
A dance of circles
Expanding outward,
And then
Disappearing.
A symphony of
Delicate percussion
Creating a resevior
Of reflection
Breath Meditation
It is hard to breathe indoors.
There is a longing
To be outside.
Now, every cell can
Breathe.
Fresh and vibrant
Amist the roar of
Downpouring rain,
There is a celebration
Of grass and trees
Of skin and body
Of being alive.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Yellow flowers in the rain
'Just as a thread links the kite-flier to his kite, breath is said to link the mind with the universal life force.'
Shameem Akthar
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Yellow flowers in the rain
The mustard flower
Radiates the color of
The sun
Showing me that
If I look far enough
There is always
A bright spot.
Filling a field
Many flowers bloom
Like it is Spring
In Janaury.
Breath Meditation
My breath soothes
A quiet inner landscape.
There are no fires
To put out
My breath
Flows like a stream
Moving inside and
All around
caressing
bones, cells, soul.
Enjoying peace.
Shameem Akthar
Three Deep Breaths
Something Beautiful
Yellow flowers in the rain
The mustard flower
Radiates the color of
The sun
Showing me that
If I look far enough
There is always
A bright spot.
Filling a field
Many flowers bloom
Like it is Spring
In Janaury.
Breath Meditation
My breath soothes
A quiet inner landscape.
There are no fires
To put out
My breath
Flows like a stream
Moving inside and
All around
caressing
bones, cells, soul.
Enjoying peace.
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