It’s we who breathe, in, out, in, the sacred,
leaves astir, our wings
rising, ruffled—but only saints
take flight. We cower
in cliff-crevice or edge out gingerly
on branches close to the nest. The wind
marks the passage of holy ones riding
that ocean of air. Slowly their wake
reaches us, rocks us.
But storm or still,
numb or poised in attention,
we inhale, exhale, inhale,
encompassed, encompassed.
– Denise Levertov, In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being from “Selected Poems”
Notes:
- Poem Source: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels
- Photograph: Precious and Fregile Things
- Related Posts: “It’s Been a Long Day“
It has been a long day…. I think I regrouped well and am ready to move forward 🙂
Good for you. I’m still stuck in place. 🙂
lovely –
It has been a long day and now I can’t sleep. sigh. breathe in out in. <3
Diana xo
That’s it Diana.
I breathe in All That Is –
Awareness expanding
to take everything in,
as if my heart beats
the world into being.
From the unnamed
vastness beneath the
mind, I breathe my
way to wholeness
and healing.
Inhalation. Exhalation.
Each breath a “yes,”
and a letting go,
a journey, and a
coming home.
~ Dana Faulds
beautiful!
Breathing in and out is sacred.
Yes…..