Breathe

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This moment of contemplation gives me everything I need for my next step. I am about to step into the unknown, again and again and again. Already I can feel the excitement fluttering inside like a deranged butterfly. If I concentrate on my breath, I am able to slow her flight but unable to allow her to settle gracefully on a flower of her choice. And this is necessary for the creature to dip into the nectar and continue the cycle of life. So I will practice. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

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Living lightly

The Jump

She’s lost her way, moaned the mattress wearily.

Where are her arms? asked the solid floor.

The window was closed to all possibilities.

But the floor sprung sweetly under the weight of her frame.

 

The light smiled softly, the air rushed madly,

And she laughed at the room,

In complete abandonment.

The River Knows

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The village is a walk through ferns, following a goat track. I heard the goat herder’s wild animal cries at sunrise and the passing sounds of bells, bleats and hoofs sure-footed on stone. But I have no desire to go to the village. Instead I go to the waterfall to wash the city from my body and remember the sweet caress of the sun.