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
Breath
Slow inhale
Filling diaphragm and belly
Exhale into the softness of it all
Face moist with sweat
Breath
Walking away
Down the stairs
Following the breath
Slowly
One step
One floor at a time
Amritapuri – December 23, 2014
I like your poem! And, of course, totally relate to it……
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Thank you Karuna. Sweet to know that we share this roof with its view and sounds.
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