Posts tagged ‘breath’
I do not know the weight of mud,
the way they say it sucks you down
and throws upon you what you’ve outgrown;
but I do know the weight of blood,
how it ties you to life, to love,
and to people you’ve never known.
I know too well the lapse of days,
the way minutes disappear into years
and the shrinking time leads my fears;
but I do not know if spirit stays
when bound to this plan, to this love
of listening to what the heart hears.
I do not know the flight of bird,
the arc of wing or speed of air
or if he flies without a care;
but I do know the might of word,
whether it was kind and fair
or when spoken pain was spared.
I do not know the stretch of trees,
if their long arms dare to hug the sun
while underground roots continually run;
but I do know the catch of please,
how you are obligated to do or be done
as if you were ever really anyone.
And yet I know the cost of wind,
what is lost when breath lets go
and that which was will cease to know;
and better, I know the frost of sin
when all bitterness returns to snow.
In the cold, life and love still grow.
From rusted splinters of familiarity
into clouds of hesitation,
we drift, fall, and rise again.
Forever shaping life and limb,
we journey through vapors of love and loss.
Breath and time dangle in suspension.
At the moment of connection,
we live in the pause.
born before the wind
long before time ever came
it waited for us
marrow of our bones
surging through rivers of blood
in tune with each breath
words within the heart
stretching into the universe
as we become one
beneath all there is
per chance to seek and to find
one secret to all