This Moment

Standing on the roof
White ashram shirt and pants floating on the line

Out on the rocks someone sits motionless
Facing the sea and western horizon
Palm trees

Their greenness still in the midday sun

Waves unfolding themselves gently on the shore
Music from a flute
A hammer tapping in the distance


Slow inhale
Filling diaphragm and belly
Exhale into the softness of it all
Face moist with sweat


Walking away
Down the stairs
Following the breath

One step
One floor at a time


Amritapuri – December 23, 2014


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  1. I like your poem! And, of course, totally relate to it……


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