Breath
A river flows in front of me
Silent
Deep
Steady.

Breath
Each intrusion of thought a leaf
falling atop the flow
Swept downstream.

Out of sight
Out of mind
Breath

There are no birds singing here
no deer in a clearing
no breeze rustling through trees.

There is no here here.
Only now.

Breath
Strong
Silent
River
Flowing

4 replies
  1. Dee
    Dee says:

    Dear Kari, your poem took me into the long "ooom" of a breath. The Buddhist breath that is all creation in a single sigh. Thank you. Peace.

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