Breath

A poem for recovering Headspace

Take a deep breath

as you feel your surroundings.

The Earth your steps rest on,

her curve ancient and grounding,

past all the thoughts sounding

in the maze of your mind

past every sharp worry

for the planet and humankind —

Breathe into your life

sustained by water and sun,

the tapestry of colored threads

that your years have begun.

This is a moment, and it opens a pause

all those processes and life forms

intersected with yours.

Through the heart’s open doors

gentleness comes in,

between where you’ve been

and paths you’ve yet to begin.

Breathe into the shadows,

and you may just find space

where you can realign

at peace with your own pace.

The sky is your tent

and clouds are your shade,

trees add to the palette

when vision’s winter-greyed.

So breathe, if you can,

into ocean and flowers,

discarding the discord

that has shackled your hours.

Between the sweet and sour,

the thread of the yin-yang line

where thinking lessens its power

and being can shine.

We are all intertwined

sharing air, soil, and food,

souls bearing the same light

that by love is renewed.

Individuals that glow

and yet inter-depend,

each with gifts and insights

that to the picture we lend.

Breathe into surrender

accepting and giving

exploring the puzzle piece you are

in the jigsaw of living.

Just like nighttime stars

we blaze then turn silent,

morph from visible brightness

to unseen ultraviolet.

Breathe into the quiet

into the magic and mystery

the miracle of survival

through the turnstiles of history.

Where the stillness is a revival

steadiness, readiness, a stable mooring,

and illusions slowly fade

as waves wash away sand-etched drawings.