Friday, August 21, 2009

Breathe

The breath,

Cool undulating tidal rhythm,

Carrying life both subtle and gross,

Inspiring the source,

Filling from within,

Emptying from without.


Calming,

Caressing,

Cherished simplicity,

Essential.


The moment dilates with the flow and summons the present,

Clearing dust from the cusp of consciousness,

Raising leviathan from the deepest soul space,

Being becomes one with itself sending seeking tendrils into “other”,

Synaptic clefts are breached with prana’s power,

Plugged in but not tuned out,

Quivering silence envelopes the senses as they absorb infinite vibrations.

1 comment:

  1. When I read your poem, I thought of the timeless ocean, rising, falling, powerful. Wonderful imagery.

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