There is a time
for spiralling outward
Spreading your petals
into the sunshine
Floating your fragrance
on the breeze
A time for exhaling.
But . . .
It is also wise to recognise when
you are running out of breath
When it is time once again
- to inhale
The in breath brings nutrients
infuses us with fresh energy
Fills the empty spaces
created by the out breath
In and out
In and out
The endless rhythm
sustains life
It is so important
to know how
to breathe. . .
© Susannah Bec 2011
7 comments:
Is it ever. People alwats told me that but it took me way too long to figure out something so essential:) Good poem, Susannah! Keep breathing!!!!
I completely agree. Welcome back :)
Breathing in, who am I?
Breathing out, only don't know.
Breathing is not mere living,
Also a process to clear our mind
An opportunity to seek the meaning of life
Also a rehearsal for departing.
So true and wisely spoken Susannah! :-)
kinda like the book: waiting to exhale...
Thanks everyone for your comments, they are much appreciated. :-)
A warm welcome to those who are new here it is nice to meet you.
Good to see you all. x
That's a wise advice.
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