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Sunday Morning (Exhale)
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I can't sleep…
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Maybe poems are made of breath,
the way water, cajoled to boil,
says,
This is my soul, freed.
— Dean Young, from “Scarecrow on Fire,” Fall Higher
Notes:
Inhalation.
Exhalation.
Each breath a “yes,”
and a letting go,
a journey,
and a coming home.
~ Danna Faulds, “Breath of Life” from Go In and In: Poems from the Heart of Yoga
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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”
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