The Breath (Poem)

(September 2022)

A morning of ups and downs,

The candle burns on,

The breath comes in and the breath goes out..

Nature calls me to be in her seat, to be held by her – in her seat,

The breath comes in and the breath goes out..

The tough times come, oh they’re tough but they, they drift, they lift off, a feeling of lightness arrives,

Let the breath flow I say,

The breath comes in and the breath goes out..

Breathing each day,

Singing each day,

Praying each day.

Om