A Trusting Sail
Breath enters me this morning,
lifts my lungs to life-
And leaves me once again.
I wait, a trusting ship,
as each gust comes,
and fills my body sail.
How many am I allotted?
How many already
have I been given?
Some breaths feel red
with delight in life,
the very air, a passion.
Some flow generative
enveloping my form in orange,
concocting creative swirls.
How many am I allotted?
How many already
have I been given?
A yellow gust comes
to fire the shifting of my view.
Breath lightens everything.
When breathing feels green,
I inhale most deeply,
a rain forest of benevolence.
How many am I allotted?
How many already
have I been given?
Some breaths are blue
sea and sky unending.
They move me into song.
Indigo breathing
shimmering like a hummingbird,
pierces through illusions.
How many am I allotted?
How many already
have I been given?
When a breath of violet
streams through,
all is peace and quiet.
The breath of the wind
circumnavigates the earth.
and gives itself each day
for us to share the holy air.
I wonder how many
for me? For you?
Oh sail, oh sail!
©Susa Silvermarie 2021
Love the colors, and the refrains. How many….indeed.
I love your writing. Thanks for keeping me on your list. PatP
Sister Susa…Superb! Sublime!
here’s a related piece for the Earth Poets & Musicians
upcoming Earth Day streaming performance,
with a great big hug for you, Harvey
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Learning How To Get Along
One Winter, a large group of Beluga Whales
were trapped by polar ice,
with only a small breathing hole
to share amongst them.
Only a small breathing hole
to share amongst them…
and by taking turns breathing
they kept the breathing hole from freezing.
An Eskimo said his people would go
watch the Whales take turns breathing…
and so they learned how to get along
with each other, through the hard-hard Winter.
Only a small breathing hole
to share amongst them…
and by taking turns breathing
they kept the breathing hole from freezing…
only a small breathing hole
to share amongst them
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(adapted from Spiritual Ecology, by Jim Nollman)