i sometimes feel it -
heaven's breath,
breathing down on me
miniscule, yet monumental
all at once
a conundrum
of major proportions,
heaven's breath -
sometimes so brilliant
it leaves me wanting for air,
sometimes so despairing
it sucks the life from my blood
can you feel it?
i don't suppose you can ...
its there, pressing
heaven's breath - pressing
all the foolish WORDLY resistance
from my aorta,
from my carotids
heaven's breath oozes
from the sky -
cotton batton dreams
sail on each whisper
of inspiration, of expiration
to this meager, and vulnerable soul.
heaven's breath,
breathing down on me
miniscule, yet monumental
all at once
a conundrum
of major proportions,
heaven's breath -
sometimes so brilliant
it leaves me wanting for air,
sometimes so despairing
it sucks the life from my blood
can you feel it?
i don't suppose you can ...
its there, pressing
heaven's breath - pressing
all the foolish WORDLY resistance
from my aorta,
from my carotids
heaven's breath oozes
from the sky -
cotton batton dreams
sail on each whisper
of inspiration, of expiration
to this meager, and vulnerable soul.
image: me, taken on the greyhound bus, somewhere between calgary and the okanogan
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
3 comments:
great poem... Did you write it?
This also inspired me to write Part 4 in my series "The hope of life, the crushing blow"
i did write it. its been awhile since writing any poetry ... usually my poetry is dark, depressing, filled with anguish. this seems less so.
i like your blog. great that inspire somebody!
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