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

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

 

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2 comments

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

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