Poetry Friday
Breath me
I meditate on my breath tonight,
I breath me in and I breath me out,
A cycle, a revolution a feather so light,
I am wondering what i am about,
A being so simple so honest so true,
For my budda inside me is breathing 2.
~ Melissa Noonan Daly ~
This is wonderful – and I love the image that goes with it…..
Thanks for sharing
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Yes, I love that image too. Goes perfectly with this poem.
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To breathe is the first thing we do when we are born and the last thing when we die, and inbetween we give it so little thought. Thanks for reminding us Melissa of the sacredness of the breath.
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Such a beautiful poem and a reminder that the divine is within us too.
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After reading this poem, I am inspired to go sit somewhere quiet and just breathe…and be…
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beautiful
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