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Ode to the Breath

March 4, 2014

Be the last mobile space

Setting the standards

Which change according to grass

Or blood or glass champagne.

There is no reason, just pleasure

Coursing ever so diligently from  vesicle to vesicle.

Hello, it says, do not despair

Every moment spent

Is a moment caressing hazy peace.

Serenity may be present but it isn’t always clear.

How sharp those delusions

Informing us of specific results.

Trembling under the gift

Of a shimmering sun

Can be a true enlightenment filled with presence

Stability, tranquility, love

Can carry us deeper under grace’s waterfall.

Recognize IT for what IT is

Judge not, be



2 Comments leave one →
  1. March 4, 2014 8:40 pm

    Nice. I really enjoyed the rhythms and word choices here.

    • March 4, 2014 8:42 pm

      I can always count on you for some good responses. Thank you John. This one took perhaps the longest of any of my poems to publish. Thinking on it a lot.

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