Breath

 

Breath of the sea

Breathing slowly.  Breathing.

Lean closer now, into the sail of your lungs.  In…wind fills white cloth fluttering on blue horizon.  Out…the ship steers north, true to the star which calls it.

Breathe in all your energy, your hope, desires, creativity.  Breathe it past the sentinel who watches, stern-faced, adjusting jigs.  Breathe in Spirit’s dance, Spirit’s alive seed-planting breeze.  Breathe in rainbow colors of painted dreams.  Breathe in the sun’s cresting of the horizon, triumphant.  Breathe in, dear Sister.  Breathe in, dear Brother.

Breathe out past the breakers, out past the foamy dangerous waves where shore meets sea.  Breathe out a million hurts, the sword-blade etchings of pain on your fragile red beating heart.  Breathe out the tight, the twisted, the wronged, the daily deaths.  Breathe out into darkness of nothing, only black, the dark of a moonless night.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Slowly now, slowly.  Attend to the rush of your inner winds, the ebb of retreating tides.  The giving; receiving.  Opening; closing.  Steadiness of pulse an ancient drum never ceasing, never ending its sacred heartbeat.

Breathe out, breathe in, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.  O Steadfast breath, nourishing every cell, every tear, every release…

You breathe us, don’t you?  We only imagine we’re breathing in some distant dream of unfurling green leaves and peppermint tea and sunlight dappling the forest.

Some day, they say, the drumbeat of breath stops.  Memorize the curves of breathing in, breathing out.  Some day you’ll breathe again, more subtle than a bird wing reflected in puddle, more elusive than a feather drifting against the white crown of your sailboat tacking to distant shores.

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9 thoughts on “Breath

  1. Beautiful. It brought to mind that Pink Floyd song…

    Breathe, breathe in the air
    Don’t be afraid to care
    Leave, but don’t leave me
    Look around
    Choose your own ground

    Long you live and high you fly
    And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
    And all you touch and all you see
    Is all your life will ever be

    Run, rabbit run
    Dig that hole, forget the sun
    And when at last the work is done
    Don’t sit down
    It’s time to dig another one

    For long you live and high you fly
    But only if you ride the tide
    And balanced on the biggest wave
    You race towards an early grave

  2. Nicole, beautiful Pink Floyd Song…may we remember to ride the tide and balance on the biggest wave.

    Helen, thank you.

    Breathing with both of your spirits right now.

  3. Dear Kathy! I thoroughly enjoyed this! The incoming breath going on such an intense journey reading your words – incoming feeling the rebirth – exhaling, awaiting a moment to be reborn!

    It looks so simple, then suddenly one day, you get it! You get the awareness that the breath always comes to. Then..whether breathing in or out, it took you home! You don’t even need to breathe to know who you are.

    I love this! I feel I just had the most beautiful cleansing bath!

    Thank you, Kathy! Your style of writing is wonderful! Love this blog!

    with love!
    Cheyenne

  4. Pure Ambrosia Kath!

    I couldn’t copy the whole blog here, so I focus on this.

    “Attend to the rush of your inner winds, the ebb of retreating tides. The giving; receiving. Opening; closing. Steadiness of pulse an ancient drum never ceasing, never ending its sacred heartbeat.”

    Poetry in prose with life as it is.

    Just this… Just like this… Everything, All of it as it moves. Feel it with each Breath!

    You Are HOT! Shew!
    Ben

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