Scurried breathing,
in and out,
in a dazed frame of mind.
Slow breathing,
letting breath by breath
drive away fears,
empty out ambivalence,
and bring in tenderness.
Breathing holy prayers,
like a bird's soft wings
flapping gently
against an anxious heart.
Breathing deeply,
incensed air
filling expanding lungs,
bringing sensations
of mysterious presence.
Me, present in me?
Breathing,
like my very first breath,
drawn in water
so long ago that
memories don't go there.
Breathing,
with the knowledge that
one day
I will draw my
last breath.
Wordle 76 - playing with words.
The words to play with were:
dazed incense ambivalence empties holy scurries
8 comments:
Remembering to breathe is so difficult at times. You describe well that shakey beginning and the slowing down that allows normalcy to find its path back to present. Wonderful write,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
I love that these are all presented as stone. Beautiful.
Wow! Well penned poetry and very enlightened messages here ~ (A Creative Harbor)
Breathing, so complex and yet so simple. Being a present and at present with our selves - well wordled.
Thanks for your visit and kind words.
This is lovely Inger. It's filled with reflection and beauty. I am happy you posted with us again. I've missed your words. Bless you.
Beautiful work...!!
ambivalence
A gorgeous collection of words. You share such gentle heart in this piece.Sending lots of love- teri
Inger, That is a lovely composition--nicely done. I hope all is well and your husband is doing as well as possible. I know you have been traveling and enjoying that immensely (via FB). I keep you in my thoughts knowing what tragedy you have been through and how it will affect you forever. I know too you are a strong person and will continue on enjoying life even with a huge hole in your heart. Hugs. Mickie :)
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