I am a breath
That lifts up my toes,
Tickles my ankles
And rushes my knees.
I am wind
That fills up my heart;
Left rib to right,
Belly button to spine.
I am an inhale
Refueling my source,
Taking natural bounty
Fully replenishing.
I am an audible exhale
Releasing everything all at once,
Letting my heart, in one motion
Exit out to return.
Tag: breath
Ashram Day 18 (day 1421)
When this voice begins to rise
Like a letter I did not write
Could you hold your hand out now?
I’m a Saint and you’re the cloud.
If this sound was more then that,
If words were meant for writing
Would the pen keep upright marks?
To pause between the breaths.
All my paper has begun to curl,
And you’re the little triangles
I’ve drawn around the page
To fit between my mind.
Ashram Day 14 (day 1417)
As silence washed upon my mind,
Wind blew at the sea;
I saw a ghost who pointed out
Asking me to come.
Stepping forth with head held high
I reached a little patch
That seemed to be a little free
Where I could set my mind into
One and all at once.
Conquering the little questions
With deep breath and a smile,
I rounded out the day
Drunk on Maui Kambucha.
Ashram Day 8 (day 1411)
A repeated whisper finally touched my senses,
Leaving a mark upon my soul.
It was said I was to be a lover,
To unite with all I’ve to offer,
Like sacred pools near sweeping oceans
Another whisper upon my neck.
Crawl out upon breaking waters!
Raise your hands up to the gods!
A breath beneath your light footsteps,
A sun upon your brow.
Country Morning (day 1402)
My roosters play a harmony
That spreads inside my heart,
Waking all the little breaths
Into one large parade.
From here I slowly open my eyes
And let my heart without,
To welcome in new daylight
Soaking in my skin.
Launching Pain (day 1344)
A reason to pain.
You give me forever
And I understand only
Figures that cause me
To hold my breath.
So I launch myself,
Unspoken,
Like yesterday’s stars
Awaiting eve.
Yoga (day 1334)
Breath
Extended form
Into lightness
Empowerment (day 1316)
Empowerment exists without your honorary titles,
Without conquesting rituals
Or calls to center stage.
Empowerment rustles the shoulders of every single soul
That walks along side streets and hidden passages
And log boardwalks and office sky-rises
And dirty alley and popular establishment.
Empowerment is an obligation.
Empowerment is a level flag that rises every hour at attention.
Empowerment is breath, and you’re all doing it.
Daffodils at Midnight (day 1301)
Daffodils start bleeding from my heart
In a slow waltz on repeat.
Here I yearn for my midnight sequence
That has pushed me to my pointe,
To this elegant embrace, eternally romantic,
With no leftovers breathing hopelessly
As night gets turned down low.
A midnight candle’s glow.
Mistaken (day 1297)
Mistaken identities reel me,
They collapse my reason
And shuffle my logic into
Tiny boxes that are overflowing
And upset and forgotten,
Lisping away in the corner
With curse words and condemnations.
I filter my logic on some days,
Letting it roll over me in a
Slow head nod with raspberry pudding.
But in the end of most of these days,
I’m still left reeled: reeling.
Misunderstood and forgotten,
Turned away at the door,
Catching my breath and lying awake
At midnight, mistaken.